You pick 14-year-old Ian Kohl, thinking at least you'll know more than the new kid.
You arrive at your new dorm room with your belongings packed in a suitcase, and a backpack full of unread textbooks slung across your back. You see the boy who must be Ian, sitting at one of the two desks and reading a book.
"Hi Ian, I'm-"
"Whatever," says the little boy, because to you, a 20-year-old man, he certainly seems like a little boy. He doesn't even look like he can grow a beard. "I already know your name. I've got the top bunk."
You're annoyed, but decide to roll with it. This is your last chance after all.
"I'll call you Assistant," says Ian. "You can call me 'sir.'"
"You've got some nerve, Ian," You say. "Or maybe I should call you 'twerp?'"
Ian just rolls his eyes.
You unpack your stuff into the empty dresser, already missing your old roommate, Brian. Why would this boy be here? At 14 years old, he should be in magic prep school, not here.
"So you were good enough to get in at your age?" You ask, when you've finished unpacking.
"Yeah, I'm already better at magic than half the kids here," Ian says, sounding confident and mature despite his voice squeaking once. He sounded way too young. You doubt he is really that confident, thinking he's just a know-it-all that doesn't know what he doesn't know.
"I'll see if I can teach you some more to help you out then," You say.
"Oh yeah, Assistant?" Ian asks, confident. "On the count of 5, try to transform me into something, whatever you want, and I'll block you. One, two, three..."
You wrack your brain, trying to think of a spell. Transformation was a weak subject for you. Actually they all were weak subjects for you.
"Five!"
You try turning the kid into a ferret. The spell fizzles out without Ian needing to do anything.
Ian laughs and shakes his head. "Nice one. Now it's my turn. One, two, three, four, five!"
You're ready to block, but the spell hits you too fast for you to react. What is his spell doing to you?