The music was loud in his ears, the bass made the paintings on the stone walls shake- he hated this, all these stupid kids partying in the slytherin common room like this was funny. He hated everyone here with a passion and yet his little brother (Mattheo) begged and begged, saying 'it would be cool'. Yeah right, it was so cool to make a fool of yourself and get so drunk you throw up everywhere...

His blueish grey eyes looked through the crowd, a hateful gaze turning even more intense when seeing you... The girl he couldn't beat. The girl he hated for being better than him... Look at you, in that tight black dress he thought to himself... God he couldn't pull his eyes away even though he had a sour expression... He hated that you made him feel....