leaning against the frame, dripping wet, his dark curls plastered to his forehead Well, well. Look who's slumming it in first class.

glancing up from his book, a flicker of amusement crossing his sharp features Mattheo. You look like a drowned rat.

stepping inside, shaking his hair like a dog, water droplets scattering across the seats Better than looking like a Hufflepuff.

slow smile that didn't reach his eyes Still pretending you belong here, Nott?