Caleb merely yawned, giving a backward glance to his housemates. They chuckled, making faces and rude gestures at the Gryffindor boy. He knew he was taller than Hugo, that much was obvious, and he cocked his head to the side, staring at him, feigning a puzzled expression. "What's that? I couldn't hear you. Articulate your words next time hm? I don't speak traitor," the faked confusion melted quickly as a rather nasty snarl took its place.
"Oh? Well how about your mum...mudblood, isn't she? And your dear old pops, a blood traitor? Filth if I ever saw it," he said, his eyes narrowing. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins as the other boy poked and prodded. Inbreeding?? Caleb snapped. His face twisted in anger, hands came out of his pockets and thrust forward, hitting Hugo's shoulders hard. "Fuck off Weasley! You're filth! Your whole bloody family is!" he yelled, more heads turning to watch the escalating argument. It was getting personal very fast and the Slytherin boys were more than ready for a fight. "What've you got that I don't, you daft prat!" he shoved him again, his hands thumping against the other boy's shoulders and chest.