Aurora grumbled as the platinum-blonde girl teased her relentlessly. The Slytherin growled with fury and shoved Aurora over. 'You'll think twice before ignoring me,' She hissed. 'the allmighty Alexandria Kevin.' The girl proceeded to trample Aurora and left. She stood up and shook the dust off her clothes. Now she'd be late for class. Who even cared, though? As she got ready to hurry to class, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whirled around and looked at who it was. The hand belonged to a pale boy with silver-dyed hair and square, maroon glasses. He smiled warmly at her.. What could he be implying? 'I saw what happened,' The boy started. 'You should steer clear of her. She's not the nicest.' 'I could tell.' Aurora snapped. 'Now would you mind not slowing me down? I'm already late for Transfiguration.' 'Aright then.' He said, backing off. 'Just know my name's Hubert.' The boy bowed and let her pass. Aurora stopped outside of the class. What /was/ he doing? Was this what 'nice' people were like? *Weird...* She brushed it off and hurried into class.
