Today, on my way to lunch, I heard something that sounded suspiciously like someone crying. When I stopped and looked around, I found a Slytherin first year on top of one of those giant pig-head wall sconces in the entrance hall, stuck up there! The poor boy was afraid of heights, on top of everything else, and people kept coming by and laughing at him. I had to calm him down for fifteen minutes until he would let me levitate him down.
Potter. Black. I know this is your fault. Picking on first years is not funny. Don't play innocent, I know it was you. What has he ever done to you except be sorted into Slytherin? They haven't even been here long enough to annoy you, not that that would be an excuse. I'd ask you to have a little compassion, only I'm not sure you're capable, if you think that's a clever joke! If you must be horrible bullies, at least pick on someone who can put up a fight.