[b]Anthony Stuart[/b]

Not for the first time in his life, Anthony was considering the life of a truant. Not only would it get him out of his least favourite class (when would he ever use Care of Magical creatures?) but it would also give him time to sate his thunderous mood in an attempt to [i]not[/i] get expelled for hexing someone.

By someone, he meant David, who was not even worthy in his mind of a nickname like 'Scruffy' anymore. Though he didn't hate the boy -- it was hardly the first time such an insult against his parents had been insinuated -- he severely, extremely, definitely disliked him, mostly for ruining what could have been a good day.

The Stuart heir slipped into the crowd of Hogwarts students, trying his very hardest to stay at the fringes. Crossing his arms, he came up with as many scathing insults against the (kind, he reluctantly admitted) half-giant for forcing him to come outside on such a miserable morning for a class.

A light breeze caught his hair and, [i]of course[/i], blew it over his eyes. Merlin, he hated life.