Paul watched the disturbance of the person screaming how they did not do anything. Paul felt contempt building up inside him, People who failed to react in a crisis always pissed him off. Do to the fact that there deer in the headlights look and always seemed to get in the way. 'Sock they must be in sock' Paul thought to himself sipping his butter beer. He calmed as he thought of the world at large and how most people never had to deal with a crisis in there life. Where he unlike most people had been exposed to it far to much. He also knew how mean people could be both muggles and wizards alike. 

 Paul shrugged it off it was not his problem. and comforting people was not really something he was ever really good at. So he stayed in his corner sipping his butter beer his red and black locks falling in front of his face as he scrutinized the table as if it had the answers to the universe. Stubbing out his now smoldering cigarette he stood getting ready to order another butter beer. Paul had already done all the shopping he need to do . All he had to do now wait tell he could get to kings cross .His black pants had chains going down the sides and the clinked at rattled as he made his way to the bar. Paul's black t-shirt he wore under his school robes had the saying 'born to burn' in white across his chest. The inside of his school robes where a deep crimson that all but perfectly matched his hair. Laying down his money Paul got a fresh butter beer and raised it to his lips observing the bar. Waiting to see what would happen next.