"Shut up, Pritchard, you absolute wanker. Weasel? Is that the best you can bloody do? Never heard that one before!" Hugo scoffed, turning to face Caleb and standing very straight, so as to appear even taller than he already was. He was very close to Caleb's height, so much so that it was not immediately apparent to passers-by that Hugo was a year younger.
"And don't pretend you know a fucking thing about my family, tosser," he snapped, "because you don't." He squinted at Caleb and pretended to examine him, stepping closer and squaring up to the older boy. "Jesus, you really start to see the inbreeding after a few generations, don't you?" A few Gryffindor girls lining up outside the classroom tittered, egging him on. "Explains a lot, really."