This girl knew his name? Well, of course everyone knew his name. He’d be disappointed if they didn’t and now that he looked better, she looked really familiar. Had he spoken to her before? If he had he couldn’t remember. Not sure if he should ask or not, he was glad that she tried to help him find a suitable owl though.

“Well, it’s about this big…” he held out his hands. “It’s a hairspray bottle you see, I forgot mine at home” and he needed it. Now. “Last time I send an owl to my parents to send me my training clothes and the owl barely made it, had to recover for a week” poor thing. He looked around and spotted a barn owl flying to another little window. He walked to it and took out his letter he had written in the common room. He managed to get the owl on his arm and he turned around to look at the Slytherin. “You think this one will be alright going to Bedfordshire?” he asked as the girl flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders. She was still sitting on the ground.

“Why are you even on the ground? You do know its….dirty…right?” serious question.