Cale rolled his eyes as Clifford continued running his mouth. Clifford had seemed like a cool kid in class--he hadn't expected him to react so harshly to Anna's prescene. Sheesh! He bet that if Clifford had a girlfriend he wouldn't be too bothered with her being there. He shot him a nasty look as he started snapping at him again. "Well, someone had to put a stop to all the childish behavior around here," he argued back. "YOU seem to be the only person in here with a problem with Anna, and if you can't deal with her then you could have just kept your mouth shut, ya know. And technically, I'm a prefect, so I can kick you out of school property if you're causing problems," he added, smirking slightly. Bwaha! He caught him that time! And calling this meeting a reunion? Please! He saw Anna all the time at practice and Hogsmeade--it wouldn't have mattered if she had been there or not. But she was, which made the whole thing a lot better, of course.

"Good riddance," he muttered under his breath as Clifford stormed out of the locker room. They had already figured out his clue--who needed him anyways? He was just being a whiny little kid, when he was, in reality, a year younger than him. He never could have guessed. Grumbling, Cale reached forward and flattened the parchments even more, simply so he had something to do with his hands that didn't involve throwing a chair across the room.