"Stupid Mudblood," Draco Malfoy muttered sullenly. He reached one pale hand up to gingerly touch the bright pink handprint that marred his normally alabaster cheek. "She will regret hitting me!" Malfoy hissed.
Springing up from the emerald couch in the common room he paced in front of the fire. He had intended to watch the vicious hippogriff have its head lopped off. The uppity Mudblood had ruined his fun.
"Out of my way Goyle!" he shouted at the larger boy who had the misfortune to blocked his path. "Move!" he roared when the command was not immediately followed with action.