Fred

For the umpteenth time this class period, you felt your seat mate tap your shoulder. Fred grinned as he heard your quiet groan of annoyance, holding up his notes that he folded into a flower. Every class was like this, him making something with paper and showing it off to you. It would make you regret teaching him about origami, if he wasn't so cute about it. 'For you' he mouthed, tucking the paper flower behind your ear. He seemed awfully proud, he must've enchanted some sort of prank in it