Hugo glanced over his shoulder, wrinkling his nose at the three people who'd joined him. "Yes the armor did blimin' do something to me." He snapped at the first boy, eying him suspiciously. "What's it to you?" He was rather irritable it seemed, yet who could blame him! He'd been tripped by a hunk of junk! Pshh. Turning to the tiny little Gryffindor, he peered down at him. "Listen to the guy, he's a smart one. Move along!" He warned, running a hand through his golden hair, a scowl clouding his handsome features. Dude, it wasn't like he needed a freaking audience. So he'd had another argument with a suit of armor - so what!

And great, a girl. Was he an animal at a zoo or something? Merlin! Hugo pressed his lips together in a hard line, ogling at the Slytherin girl. He couldn't remember his name, and didn't really care either. "Oh, it's you. Nanny, isn't it?" Whatever. "Oi, stop whispering about me," he grumbled, frowning at the Slytherin boy. Who even was he? "Dude, look; I've had a rough day. I'm usually fun loving etc etc, but these stoopid suits of armor have totally got it in for me. Serious."