When: Afternoon, classes about to begin Where: Transfiguration corridor Who: Hugo Weasley, Caleb Pritchard, anyone else caught up in the fight Rating: PG
His mood had been fairly dark since the incident with the boggart yesterday, his pride wounded by his reaction to the thousands of spiders which had poured at him from the closet. Honestly, he thought it was fair enough to shriek a bit at the sight of that-- but a group of third year girls in the common room had (rather loudly) disagreed. It was on this that Hugo was dwelling as he turned the corner onto the Transfiguration corridor. A class of Slytherin students in the year above began to file out, too slowly for Hugo's liking. "Oh bloody hell, hurry up, you pack of inbred morons," he muttered, making no efforts to avoid being heard.