Christopher grimaced at the floor, trying to ignore the girl's giggles. Of course he was used to that whole ordeal, but it was stranger at Hogwarts; far more agitating as well. "Great..." He muttered to himself. "Now even first years are making fun of me. That's just great...."

Christopher stood there as awkwardly as he always was while he waited for her laughter to die down. That took a while. When she suddenly turned serious, asking if he was okay or not, the Gryffindor raised his eyebrows at the question. Oh, now it isn't so funny? He wanted badly to snap at her, but that wasn't nice, and it certainly wasn't like him at all. So instead, he took a deep breath and replied with a voice as calm as he could muster. "I'm fine thanks."

Then suddenly, something hit him. Not anything physical of course, but something in his head. The girl looked very..... familiar? No, he was sure he'd never spoken to her before. Perhaps he had seen her at the Hufflepuff table when he had visited his girlfriend Violet? (He figured she was in that house from her robes.) Or maybe he'd just seen her around the grounds. But there were so many Hogwarts students he'd seen without really remembering as well as he remembered this girl. He was going to brush the matter out of his head when she began to look so familiar that Christopher couldn't help but forget his annoyance with the small girl. Before he could really register what he was doing, he blurted out, "Wait, do I know you?" But maybe she would just further laugh. At this point, Christopher didn't really care.