The train ride was painfully boring. His nasty little house elf wasn't there to massage his feet even. OH THE HORROR. Needless to say, Lamar Woolfe (yes, the second year Slytherin) was beyond displeased as he sauntered into the Great Hall.

His steely eyes scanned the room for his 'friends', but, they could not be found. Fine by him.

Eying the Prefect for a moment (and only a moment, because that was all she really deserved), he frowned, then sat down. Did they just give badges to anyone these days? Maybe a monkey would be a prefect next term. His sinister dimple appeared as his lips formed into a grin. Hah. That would be EH-PIC.

Anyways... the Slytherin sipped at his Goblet as if to fill in the time. He just wanted to be in the common room. Maybe terrorize the house elves later.