Sam had never been more glad he wasn't in Slytherin. Then he would have to spend more time with that annoying, disruptive, immature... what was his name again- oh right, Gabriel. With his stupid pranks and shenanigans, which throughout the day, had mainly been targeted at me. Sam thought to himself.

Gabriel was so stupid- he was the epitome of idiocy he was-

Sam's thoughts were interrupted when he bumped into someone in the corridor, simultaneously causing them both to knock their books on the floor.

"Sorry." Sam said, bending down to pick his own and the other student's book up.

"Don't worry about it Sammy."

An all too familiar voice teased, Sam frowned as he looked up and realised who it was.

"Gabriel."

Sam sighed.

"What's wrong Sam?"

Gabriel enquired. Sam gave him a puzzled look, as he looked genuinely concerned.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Haha, very funny, look, I don't want any trouble, will you please just let me get on with my day."

Gabe scratched his head.

"Sam, have I done something to offend you, or hurt you in anyway?"

"Are you kidding?"

Gabe furrowed his eyebrows.

Sam put his books on the bench next to him.

"Listen, I don't really appreciate all the practical jokes you pulled on me today, I get that you may like to joke around to try and impress your friends, but I don't really want to be a target. And besides, you're jokes aren't even funny. I'm here to learn, so if you don't mind, I'm going to go, and you're going to leave me alone."

Gabriel's face went from confusion to looking as if Sam had just kicked a puppy.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sam, those jokes were stupid of me. I just wanted to get your attention."

Sam turned around.

"Why?"

Gabe smirked, well I mean, this is a little embarrassing to admit to someone after knowing them for half a day, but- I think you're kind of cute. But I know you probably don't feel the same way, but you know, you seem like a nice guy, and I think we could be good friends."

Sam burst into a fit of laughter.

"Ok, Gabriel- let's be friends."

Sam and Gabriel strolled down the corridor.

"But sam, you've got to admit, the exploding quill was priceless."

Sam rolled his eyes, and turned to Gabe with his trademark bitchface.

"Not for me! It'll take me forever to get those ink stains out of my shirt!"

Gabe chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry, I know a spell for that."

Sam furrowed his brow.

"How?"

Gabe looked at Sam.

"I have a couple of older brothers- taught me a few things."

Sam smiled.

"Oh, cool, I only have one- Dean. He's basically like my dad, cos our real dads never around."

Gabe sighed.

"Yeah, I know how that goes. My old man's never around either, he kind of just disappeared and left us to our own devices."

Sam frowned.

"I'm sorry about your dad."

Gabe gave him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry about yours."

Sam gave him a faint grin.

"It's okay, I have Dean, he's way cooler than a proper dad!"