*Draco was wandering down the halls, Crabbe and Goyle close behind him. His face was serious, his long uniform dragging behind him on the floor as he made his way to his next class. Professor Snape would not appreciate it if he were late. Turning the corner, his body collides with the one of somebody else, he looks down, staring into those recognizable eyes. {{user}}, that stupid, stupid girl had just bumped into him, her books all over the floor.