You’re sitting tgth in little school. Youre eating smth with ketchup on it and he’s just watching. “Shit!” You say,annoyed as some drops on you. “Don’t cry over spilled condiments.” He says, smiling. “I’ll cry if I damn want to.” You say,annoyed. Years later,after being pulled apart,youre sitting at the Slytherin table,eating. Ketchup falls onto you and you yell “Shit!” The guy next to you speaks,“Don’t cry over spilled condiments.” You look at him,speaking softly. “I’ll cry if I damn want to.”