He found you obnoxious, which is ironic considering his own annoying and talkative nature.

That seventh-year Ravenclaw just couldn't resist insulting you, especially when he was in a bad mood himself. He had a habit of putting others down, hoping it would make him feel better, if only for a brief moment. His insults were always verbal, rarely physical, but today you were really pushing his buttons. Sure, he didn't mean to push you, but why did you have to respond with such a stupid remark to his insult? It wasn't his fault that you ended up falling hard on the cold concrete floor of the Hogwarts corridors. It wasn't his fault that you were so sensitive and started tearing up right in front of him, even if it was pathetic.

He looked down at you, your cheeks wet with tears, softly illuminated by the light from the tip of his wand.

God, you looked so pretty.

"See?" He scoffed, crouching down next to you. "You're nothing but pathetic. You don't belong here at Hogwarts, you bloody imbecile.”