Originally Posted by accio.brain

After having to spend a tremendous amount of time cleaning his school shoes just outside the Great Hall, Seth finally entered the room in a bit of a bad mood. Wait. Where prefects allowed being seen in a bad mood? It’d be entirely impossible not to have some type of angst-like mood once and a while if it was so. I mean, how couldn’t he be mad at ending up stepping in gnome dung that shouldn’t have been where he had stepped in it in the first place? It was totally not his fault that a pile of gnome droppings just magically happened to get right in his path. Brainless gnomes.

Taking a quick glance down at his now squeaky clean black shoes, he sighed and put on a smile. Whatever. He’d get revenge on those gnomes later. Or he’d hunt down that lazy caretaker and teach him a thing or two about keeping this place clean. It would be a whole lot easier just for that man to clean up after those stupid creatures than having to listen to Merlin knows how many students yelling at him for not doing his job. Yelling sounded like a lot of fun, but gnome chucking sounded even better. Shame that was sort of against school rules; such a good exercising activity was being wasted right there....

He stopped walking just about five feet from the huge doorway, straightened his recently polished prefect badge, and looked around the hall. Where should he sit? He could always do the whole traditional thing and sit with his fellow Hufflepuffs, but he wanted a change. Anyway, it wasn’t like he was completely going to abandon his own House. Right? That would be mad – like Azkaban prisoner or a St. Mungo’s patient mad. Nevertheless, change was what he needed right now. Anyway, he had been invited to sit with Nicholai and his group of friends at the Slytherin table on the train. And who was he not to accept that offer?

Looking this way and that, Seth’s feet started to glide toward the Slytherin table, completely ignoring the fact that he could just make a mad dash through the Hufflepuff table to show off the new badge. Nah. They all probably knew right now of his boost in school ranks so it would not be much fun at all really. He’d still have the first years to dazzle with the badge – including a few ‘stories’ here and there – but he wasn’t in the mood for going face-to-face with the little rabid things at the moment.

Aha! There was Nicholai now, pink hands and all. Hang on. Pink? Even from a distance Seth could see that something had happened to the sixth year. Strange. Was it normal for kids to end up having pink hands? He quickly peeked down at his own hands to make sure. Nope. His hands were tan, barely any pinkness to them at all. Shrugging the whole pink hand deal off, he patted a hand on the Slytherin’s back a couple of times and sat down right next to him. With his blue eyes twinkling and a customary smile on his face, he said, “’Sup, Nicholai?”