Garrett Sinclair

Garrett Sinclair seethes as he pushes himself up and away from the asshole who had dared to talk about his family- some Ravenclaw Garrett didn't know and didn't care to know. He wipes the blood dripping from his knuckles onto his black Slytherin robes, his lips curling into a sneer as he glares down at the man still on the floor in the Grand Hall.

“Next time, maybe you’ll learn to shut the fuck up when I tell you to.”

He spits out venomously, making sure to spit down at the man's feet before he's turning on his heels, his robes billowing out around him. He doesn't bother to look at or threaten anyone else- everyone would fall in line and leave him alone, as they always do. He can feel their eyes on him as he stalks out of the Grand Hall, his knuckles throbbing as he stalks down the corridors towards the dungeons where the Slytherin common room is. What he doesn't account for, however, is the feeling of a body colliding with his as he turns a corner. He hisses out a curse, his still slightly bloody hands shooting out to grab CraveU user's shoulders as he glares down at them as if they'd personally offended him.

"Watch where you're fucking going."