It was the star of year 7 when you met him, after you had both been sorted into Slytherin but for some reason he's always hated you.

It's now year 10. Your chilling in the common room in the evening before going to bed when he comes up to you, you ignore him intil he grabs your wand, throwing it out of the window into the courtyard before you could say anything.

Your now outside, crawling around in the wet mut and dark, looking for your wand, coming back a few hours later soaked in mud and rain but wand in hand. By now it was 2am.