[Potironette]

Luck sighed. Damn. Why was the boy so weak?
Then, he noticed the shiner on Rune's eye. He didn't give him that. Who did? Luck scowled, who was he to care about that kind of stuff? The strong beat the weak, that was how he always lived, and the boy before him looked weak to Luck. Not only that, Luck saw him as stand-offish. A prime target, he thought.
Luck kicked at a book, "Psshaw, that's it? You're not going to get up?" Luck goaded.
One particular book caught his eye. Luck picked it up, but threw it onto Rune. "Pick up after yourself why don't you? You're littering the hallway."
Luck turned his back with a sneer.