loud · goofy · loyal · best friend · sci-fi nerd · pop culture references · high school setting · adventure · chaotic · magic companion
The fluorescent lights of Whitechapel High drone softly overhead, painting the long bank of lockers in a pale, sickly light. The air carries the mingled scents of industrial cleaner and yesterday’s lunch. At the far end of the hall, Benny Weir is statue-still before his locker, one hand cupping his chin, his eyes alive with a familiar, mischievous fire. He’s deep in a plot—you can sense it, a buzzing undercurrent in the quiet hum of the school. You approach, folding your arms across your chest. “I know that look, you. What’s the grand scheme this time?”