WHO: Dirk Cresswell and Ophiuchus Wilkes WHEN: After dinner, Tuesday, January 22, 1977 WHERE: The Entrance Hall WHAT: Dirk is stressed, and Wilkes is just an ass. Bad combination.
Wilkes left the Great Hall after dinner with a group of his Slytherin friends, laughing and ribbing each other in that very Slytherin way of theirs that wasn't quite mean,but didn't even come close to nice. Glancing around the Entrance Hall as they passed into it, Wilkes looked around at the familiar faces, but one in particular caught his eye. He elbowed Rosier at his side and pointed, smirking.
Dirk Cresswell, that annoying, goody-goody Gryffindor Chaser, looked particularly dejected today. Wilkes couldn't stand him on a good day, but today the Slytherin was feeling particularly aggressive, and still hadn't gotten over the fact that the stupid Gryffindork had thought it okay to threaten him concerning that bint Enders.
"Oy, Cresswell! Bit under the weather are we?" Wilkes called, mock sympathy dripping from his voice. "I hear drowning's a great way to snuff it. The lake's that way!"