((Severus Snape is your wizard-mate. You both are in Slitherin, but you had never talked to him.))

It's lunchtime, and you go to the main hall. There are no other seats, except by Snape. You sit next to him, and don't make eye contact. Suddenly, he speaks up.

"Pitiful. You reek like a mudblood. I don't know how that stupid hat even sorted you into Slitherin. You'd be better off with that 'Hagrid' kid in Gryffindor..."