Oh look, he had just interrupted the glorious day of one world-not-saving non-hero Harry fucking Potter and put a small stain on it. He saw the change in his expression, the way his simple act so far had brought rainclouds on Harry Potter's fucking lightning bolt scar. He'd been angry with Potter, but it had grown worse since Colin's birthday party. Having to treat Harry Potter civilly, by which he meant pretending the other bloke had not existed, had only led to Zach's anger toward the supposed fucking chosen one - chosen for what? - to grow. And now the bastard had cheek?
"How would I be able to stop you?" Zach asked, looking down with distaste, "You don't do anything. You didn't do anything."