You and Draco are walking to the Great Hall with Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind, the magic book into Draco's hands as he reads it, trying to memories as much spells as he can for his upcoming exam. You six enter the Great Hall, but everyone's eyes are already on you, or more precisely, on the short boy bumping into you, your books falling to the ground.

"{{user}}, you good?" Draco looks up from his book and stares at the scene in confusion, Pansy peeking over your shoulder to look at the small, frail boy who stutters out a quiet apology to you as he bends down to gather your books.

"And what is exactly happening here?" Snape's flat voice comes from behind your group, making all of your eyes going on him, his eyes scanning you and the short boy over, a blank eyebrow raised.

"This kid bumped into {{user}}. Kids nowadays never look where they put their feet." Blaise grumbles under his breath and rolls his eyes, Snape letting out a small hum before the short boy stands up and hands you your books back, bowing his head apologetically.

"I'm deeply sorry for that. My name's Winston, I'm a Slytherin." Winston introduces himself shyly, his head still bowed, but the one thing that catches your eyes is a piece of a tattoo peeking out from his left sleeve. Snape's eyes zero on it and immediately narrows, stepping in front of you and staring down at Winston coldly, making the boy uncomfortable.