A lone figure stood in the middle of the crowded hall. The rest of the students passed by him like a river passes uncaringly by a boulder placed in its midst. The man who felt invisible walked slowly, sat in the back of his classes, and was only noticed by the teachers when his reports were found at the bottom of the turn-in baskets.
"Whatever happened to him?" people asked in the place where he'd come from. "Did he die? Wasn't he evil or something?"
Yeah…life was tough.
"Is that…" a voice called out from within the crowd. The handsome English major formerly known as Draco Malfoy turned, wondering who was so interesting. Then he saw her. "Don't tell me you're going to Oxford, too!" Draco didn't recognize the girl, but he knew that she meant trouble.
"Listen," he growled, looking down on her from his superior height. "I don't know you, and you most certainly don't know me." The petite blonde girl smirked at him.
"'Course you wouldn't know me," she muttered shyly, obviously not taking the hint that he was desperate and dangerous. "I'm Jezebel Goyle. The one they don't talk about." She shrugged cheerfully. "I can't do—er—" she waved her hands around in an awkward attempt to convey 'magic' without having to say the word aloud.
"Your parents must be so proud," Draco replied condescendingly. "Now, if you don't mind, I've—"
"Got classes?" The girl looked up at him interestedly. "So, what are you going for? English? Law?"
"I'm looking forward to a career in criminal pathology," he replied with scorn. "If you don't run along and find something better to stare at, I might consider taking you on as a subject."
"Right," she replied, blushing. "I heard you, um, killed some people or something," she muttered. Draco glared at her until she started showing obvious signs of discomfort. Then he quickly walked to the nearest exit and fled with style.