"Captain Prewett!" It was too late. Tiberius had had his eyes peeled, and Fabian had turned around the corner of an otherwise deserted corridor right in front of the Gryffindor. There was no hope of escape.
"Of course, you aren't my Captain Prewett. Still, you're family have quite an monopoly, don't they? Heading to the Quidditch pitch too?" He asked with a smile, clasping the other on the shoulder. "A very bright idea. Someone certainly needs to keep their eye on Malfoy, no doubt he's got some nasty plans for this season. I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to hospitalise a few of us before the first game, increase his chances." He said, offering a grin by saying nothing, nothing yet, about the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor teams. "So perhaps it's safer for us to wander about in groups."