Robert MacGhilleseatheanaich III felt a shiver run down his spine as the two Slytherin boys continued to demand an explanation, their voices dripping with thirst for murder. With great effort, the Ravenclaw nerd struggled to push himself off the dirt floor with his toothpick arms, which shook uncontrollably from the strain. With a heavy sigh, he managed to sit up on the floor. Adjusting his glasses, he got a clear view of the two pair of cold blue eyes glaring down at him. UGH, did they ALWAYS have to look so cool?! It always seemed to increase his stutter.

“O-O-Oka-okay, I-I-I w-was sp-spying… p-p-p-please do-don’t kill me,” he pleaded, bringing his hands up in supplication. Victor felt nauseous just witnessing the nerd’s new level of pathetic. Just when he thought Robert couldn’t be a bigger embarrassment to himself and the entire human population, he managed to surprise him.

“Why?” Victor leaned in closer, which caused Robert to bring his arms up in instinct; but instead of kicking the nerd in the face as Robert probably expected, Victor grabbed one of his arms and pulled him up to his shaky feet in one swift motion. It was amazing, even his sister probably had more muscle mass than the pathetic nerd. “This isn’t the first time you spy on us, MacGhilleseatheanaich — what’re you playing at?”

Robert cowered, his entire body shaking from a mix of cold and fright. The Vincenzi dementor was so close to his face he could feel his breath warming his own cold, pink cheeks. The Ravenclaw refused to meet his eyes, looking at the bushes instead as he said, “I—I—I've b-been ha--having th-the same dre--dreams as N-Ned,” he stuttered out, finally daring to look up past the Italian crushing the bones in his arm and at Ned instead.