-Oof!- -Ground smack-
Damn that Potter. I should have seen that stupid big shoe waiting to trip me. I guess it was a good thing that he did. Perhaps I should even thank him, because I may not have ever met Belial otherwise.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I looked up into dark brown eyes, almost black. He was extending a small, pale hand. I took the hand and felt an incredible heat. It was just coming off of this boy's entire body, like he had just gotten out of a nice warm bed. Once I was standing I was a good six inches taller than him, but along with that warmth came a strange power, making a small tingle of something move down my spine. He was looking at me expectantly, and I finally managed to find my tongue.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. How did you get down there, anyway?"
"The Potter boy, as usual."
"Yeah, you guys are always doing those sorts of things to each other."
We started walking down the hall, not really paying attention to time, as today was a weekend. I felt oddly obliged to speak with this boy. I had no idea as to why. We just chatted about how much school sucks and how much we loathed the Golden Trio, when something occured to me.
"Hey, are you new here? I don't remember ever seeing you." I said.
"No, I'm not new. I'm just one of those who stays in the shadows, trying to avoid joining the drama that is peers."
"Then why'd you help me? You could have just swept by unnoticed."
The boy looked away, "Because I wanted you to notice me."
