Harry stood in front of the mirror in the empty boys' washroom. A long red mark was across the entire right side of his jaw. He rubbed it gingerly. Now he was going to have to walk around with this hideous blemish for all the school to see.
"Don't you think that's a little vain?" Harry spun around to face his brother Tom, a stall door slowly swung shut behind him, "you know, staring at yourself in the mirror. No matter how handsome one may be." He smiled and walked up next to Harry in the mirror.
Harry pretended not to be startled about his sudden appearance, "In case you didn't notice, I have a huge disfigurement at the moment."
"What?" He teased, "I don't see anything that could or could not have been caused by Miss Chang earlier this morning in the dining hall." Of course he would know by now, Harry thought bitterly, the entire county probably knew that Harry Potter had dumped his girl friend after "using her" and she socked him one in the face.
"Oh don't pout now Harry!" Harry was painfully aware of how close Tom was by this point, "I think it looks rather heroic on you," he leaned forward and brushed his lips along the red mark.
No! This can not be happening! Harry started to panic, trying to ignore the butterflies Tom was ensuing. We're related for god's sake! I can't let this happen!
A smile played in Tom's voice, "You're such a little narcissist."
Harry tried to regain himself, "How'd you get in here anyways? I thought Dumbledore was keeping an eye on you now. And you know it's sort of creepy to be hiding in the bathroom-"
And then all was lost.