Stood tall as ever, back pressed up against the hard stone casting a pattern engraved in his skin. Watching like a hawk with his gaze as the scrawny first years walked past.

His presence clearly making them uncomfortable, until he caught sight of his favourite one, although he would never admit it outloud or even show that he cared the slightest bit about them, he still continued to watch stepping into the line as they came closer.

“What’s got you so beaten, your face is bloody.”