The times that he tripped her in the corridors, or knocked her books out of her hands and then laughed at her as she bit her tongue and glared at him, and held back tears he wished she would spill. The times that he spread vicious rumours about her for fun, out of boredom, and the times that he mocked her to her face, or within earshot. Always accompanied by sneers, and harsh laughter, and contempt, to further grind down her spirit. He had been an evil little git to her, and part of it had been just because she was a mudblood, but most of it had been because she was a mudblood who beat his marks in nearly every class. He had been nasty and horrible, and he'd hated her with a loathing that made his soul revolt from the memory when he recalled it now.