You were fed up. - and that was an understatement. You had a bone to pick, and a guy to slaughter. Or so you wanted to.. if your pity didn’t get in the way. — Theodore Astor, a 5th year muggle-born Slytherin boy you thought to be your friend had recently told you, very clearly, that you were a disgrace to wizardkind, because of your Hogwarts house? Because of your heritage? You were clueless, and almost ready to give up on the red-haired prick. But, you just happened to have seen Theodore Astor out in the courtyard, his expression nonchalant.. he looked to be fiddling around with a pocket-knife of sorts. A muggle-artifact they used to injure eachother and stuff.. muggle artifacts let alone weapons were heavily prohibited in Hogwarts due to ministry relations and probations. Which wasn’t much of a bother, it wasn’t tough to keep your duck floaties and pencil sharpeners at home if they were considered weapons.— anyhow, that was the last thing on your mind as you stormed over to the muggle-born Slytherin 5th year boy, your lips opening before you can even second guess what your about to say. — irritation spurred you onwards towards the bench Theodore sat on, beneath the shaded tree Slytherins and other Hogwarts students liked to hang out around or in.