[TIME SKIP]
Saturday

Kyle had found his way up to the third floor, they could have all afternoon in the empty classroom they had picked for this meeting. It had  a great view of the Quidditch pitch too. They still hadn't talked to Alistair about their detention, which had been unbelievable dull. Snape had had them washing cauldrons out. He wasn't even the Potions master this year and yet there they had been. By hand too!

He had entered the room and sitting at one of the desks as an older Gyffindor boy. Probably third year, but Kyle couldn't be sure. Kyle was backing out quickly but the boy already looked up at him. "Oye, who are you?" Kyle wasn't wearing any marking colors.

"Uh..." Kyle started, but couldn't think of how to answer. 

"Out with it." The boy pressed.

"Uh, Kyle." He decided it best to keep his last name to himself, at least for now.