The first years had now all been sorted, there robes had been colored and everyone was tucking into the feast. Only a few of the new students looked unhappy. A pureblood Gryffindor, named Enjolras, had gotten on the train with two other students that morning and now sat alone- metaphorically, of course. His new house mates were seated around him chatting, but for the most part, they ignored him. He sighed and took out a small journal and quill that he kept for times he didn't wish to cause trouble; something that seamed to happen whenever he opened his mouth. Suddenly the book was snatched away.
"First years should learn to participate," An older student stood, holding the book over the first year. "and Purebloods should mind their own business and stay out of ours." Enjolras raised an eyebrow.
"What does blood status have to do with anything? I don't seek to lord it over anyone."
"Stupid first year. You don't understand how things work around here. If you're gonna hang with us you gotta be bold, daring, brave. A diary? This stops now." The older student tossed the book to his friends.
"Give it back." Enjolras said softly, standing up with a hand outstretched.
"And if I don't? What are you going to do about it? Run to daddy that the mean boy took your book?"
"No. I'm going to hex you. Give it back." By now the first year had his wand out and was pointing it at the older students. "I'm warning you."
"Give it back." A prefect girl stood with her arms crossed, seaming to be at ease, but you could tell she was dangerous. "Don't cause trouble on the first day."
"Shut up McGonagall. You have no say." The older boy rounded on the prefect. "Get back, or after I'm done with this idiot I will make your life hell. No one likes half-bloods."
"No." Enjolras stepped in front of the older student. "Your business is with me. Let her be."
Aww, brave little pureblood. Not running to daddy yet? Well lets see how you like this."
And then everything exploded.
Well not really. But it certainly felt like it to the group of students teasing Enjolras.
"I said give it back." Enjolras walked over to the bullies, took his book back and sat down. The prefect walked up to him.
"You shouldn't have done that."
"I didn't seem to have a choice."
"They just don't like purebloods."
"Yeah. I got that." He tucked the book back into his pocket as Courfeyrac and Combeferre came running up.
"That was Marvelous!"
"Shush Courf. I did what I had to."
"Actually, Enjolras, I can think of ten spells that would have done the same thing without causing such a scene."
"Oh come off it 'Ferre. It was the first thing that popped into my head."
"Excuse me." The prefect's voice was only slightly annoyed.
"Oh my stars Enjolras we have been here for less than a day and you're in trouble already?" Combeferre's eyes went big.
"He's not in trouble, but if I catch him at it again I'll have to report him. Hexing your own house is frowned upon. In fact, refrain from hexing anyone, please."
Enjolras nodded. "Will do."
The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw stayed with the Gryffindor for the rest of the feast only parting ways, reluctantly, when the headmaster called for the prefects to take the first years to there dorms.