His father sent him to Hogwarts when he was 16, with his birthday, it would be 5th year. He had friends he was close to, the children of death eaters and other Slytherins and was doing good in classes to please his parents, a lot of the people had a crush on him due to his looks and mysterious personality when you don't know him well.

He was leaning against one of the walls in an empty corridor, smoking a cigarette when somebody tapped him on his shoulder. He looked up to see someone he recognized from Herbology, a Hufflepuff in the same year as him, though their name wasn't coming up in his head.

"Yeah?" He asked in a pretty plain tone, not really knowing or caring what they wanted.