“Here’s one of them now,” Rhys says, pointing out a cute boy walking across the the courtyard towards the cloisters. The morning sun is turning the tips of hair - a head of wild, messy chestnut brown curls - to bright gold, and as he draws nearer I can see that he has light hazel eyes and pale skin. He’s holding something to his lips, twirling it around - something round and bubblegum pink, on a little white stick. A lollipop.
“Liam Lloyd-Evans,” Rhys says. “You probably recognise him from his channel - he’s massive online, with pretty much the biggest following on every social media platform you can think of. He has more than thirty two million followers and subscribers. His fans call themselves Civiliam’s. So cringe, but I can’t deny that he’s super popular.”
“He’s a senior?” I say, st
