"What's your favorite color?"
"Hm... I wouldn't really be able to decide. I like almost every color, except for that one shade of yellow that I turned that girl's hair last year..." Reminiscing about the look on the girl's face brought an impish smi...
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It’s official. Well, more so than before. Cory was petrified of what was to come from his classes. And he didn’t even know what they were yet!
He solemnly entered the Great Hall only to see the white-haired rat surrounded by his fellow Slytherins making jabs at Harry for fainting. Cory turned only to see said boy with a frown marrying his features. He was accompanied by the unknown Weasley and Granger.
“Just ignore him,” Granger whispered to Harry. “Just ignore him, it’s not worth it…”
That clearly wasn’t an option.
“Hey Potter,” a girl with a bowl cut and pug-like face screeched. “Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooo!”
Cory rolled his eyes at the immaturity the girl displayed. Unfortunately, she seemed to notice and turned her attention towards him.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” she sneered. “I bet you’re just a filthy little mudblood who can’t see who is obviously superior to them.”
Cory only narrowed his eyes causing the girl to let out a loud cackle, garnering the attention of some of the occupants of the hall. “What,” she patronized. “Not gonna say anything? Too scared? Gonna go run off to mummy?”
Cory’s eyes hardened at the mention of his mom and was about to throw a hex at the girl when a hand was placed on his shoulder.
“Does there seem to be an issue, Miss Parkinson?” drawled a deep voice from behind Cory. The blonds eyes traveled from the man's hand to the ominous, black pools staring back at him. The hand was immediately snatched from his shoulder like it was on fire.
“Not at all Professor Snape. We were just…” the wannabe pug trailed off. “Welcoming him to Hogwarts,” Snape rose a brow at this. “Because he’s new and all. Right, buddy?”
Cory knew the only way to get away from the man was to play along, so he gave a fake smile, that looked more like a cringe, and nodded before walking away to the Hufflepuff table.
He took his seat and because of his nerves, he just pushed his food around. Feeling other presence’s settle near him, Cory peeked up from the food masterpiece on his plate to see Cedric across from him and Mac on his right. Cedric was the first to speak up, brows furrowed in concern.
