One of the greatest scenes I've ever seen has to be this. My friend, Maximilian, being confessed to for the 5th or 6th time since I know him.
This was going to be fun.
"So... I think we are a great match for each other" The witch confidently told him "We both come from respectable families, and are both strong academically and physically. Our union would benefit us intensively, getting even more recognition than now individually. Besides, I consider myself very attractive by the current beauty standards, and so are you. You are more than handsome enough for me".
As she progressed in her speech, my friend was growing irritated by every second. She must have thought telling him logical reasons for their potential partnership would've made it better, but knowing Maximilian, it only made him madder.
Silence reigned, and the witch finally became a bit uncomfortable, putting aside her previous confidence.
"So... what do you think?"
"Seriously? I mean, seriously!?" He exploded "Why do I only receive this kind of crappy-ass confessions, uh!? I think I deserve much more than this, I don't know, maybe reciting me a poem? Or a song? something romantic or touching, for f*cks sake!".
The girl was weirded out, like she suddenly didn't recognize the boy in front of her and she just went away while I was trying hard not to laugh. For this kind of reason, I liked Maximilian: he was one in a million.
"At this rate, I'm gonna end up being a lonely, ugly, fat-ass old man" He raging-depressively told me.
I suppressed my urge to laugh-out-loud. He was serious.
"Don't say that, nowadays people start relationships when they get old" I consoled him "Like in their 20's or something".
He sighed frustrated and I patted his back. Somehow I understood why he was in that mood: many magic users from this academy come from traditional families in which they're already engaged by fifteen. And even if my friend isn't of that age yet, and his family isn't really that old-fashioned, some customs from here may have rubbed off on him.
He wasn't afraid of long-term commitment, at all.
In fact, he's one of the most loyal, disciplined and serious guys I know. Also one of the most dominant, stubborn and vain. My condolences in advance for the girl he's destined to marry.
I was trying to come up with some girl Maximilian may like, but nothing. His type was more the sweet, docile one, and no witch in this academy was like that (a few only pretended to be at most). How do I know his type? Because I found his stash of romantic novels with fake covers on them.
I haven't told him I know. His secret is safe with me.
After that, we went to the library to study a ton more: keeping up academically required a lot of effort. The Honored Disciple's Academy graduates the most powerful leaders of the world, from renowned science researchers, to CEO's of multinational companies, so they couldn't allow themselves to graduate nobodies.
"Maybe I should go for a human girl" He told me later, not very convinced.
"Like the one who tripped you the other day?" I joked.
He told me on his last visit to International DeckerFord School he stumbled upon the hybrid and some human girl. Then when he tried to 'remind' something to the first one, her companion made some weird move and he fell straight on the floor. I wasn't even there but still wanted to laugh.
"I'm gonna pull out her f*cking hair next time I see her".
He could say that, but deep inside I think he was impressed. Otherwise, he would've ran after her and smashed her face at least.
A couple of days later, we were invited again to one of Emilio's Guy's night on the afternoon, but this time we had to bring snacks for everyone. I brought bags of potato chips, and Maximilian took bottles of soda and water with him.
"Welcome to my humble abode" Emilio greeted us.
We came into his room, finding other three guys were already there. I left the bags on a desk, and both Maximilian and me joined them on the TV. They were watching a car racing.
Shortly, more than ten guys were already here watching the race.
"Go France, go!"
"Psss, their driver is too much of a sh*t-talker and less action".
"You are the sh*t".
"Funny coming from smelly-ass you".
Okay, they got too passionate about it.
"Shut up, you're the one stinking like Ariel".
"The f*ck is Ariel?"
Many other guys joined the discussion about this mysterious Ariel famous by his/her odor.
"It's a detergent brand, dumb*ss!".
Ah! That Ariel. We looked at each other and nodded in recognition.
"How would I know about that? I don't wash my clothes".
"It's really famous, you know? Like in commercials and crap".
"Wait a minute, how come you still know how it smells?"
And the discussion went on and on. Can't believe that we, the future heirs to companies and riches worldwide, were seriously discussing about some stupid detergent.