THen he saw her, the girl he had conversed with at he end of last semester, she seemed alright, he felt srangely familiar talking to her. His lips curled into a smirk, although he was never going to admit it, he had been cuious about her for the entire holidays. 'Cursy..." he thought, and surprised himself by remmebering her name.
He approached her, the smirk still plastered on his face. He wasn't a big fan of the feast, and preferred avoiding it. SHe still hadn't seen him.
He pushed a small first year from next to her, and took the kids seat, glaring at him. Without making eye conact with Curssy, he pulled a flask from his robes, and took a mouthful,
"So... how were your holidays Curse?", he asked in mild interest.
