Harry’s eyebrows scrunched together as he thought, smoothing out as it hit him. "Yes. See, as soon as I turned around after seeing you seeing me off, I ran head first into bloody Malfoy of all people. So I kicked his ankles out —which I admit wasn't very nice— and ran because I really was not in the mood to see his pointy mug –which was how I ended up with Neville and Hermione in the first place," Harry explained, voice raising as he continued his rant, barely stopping to breathe. "Then the git bloody tracks me down. Threw me down too –or well, I fell. But it was his fault, see. And anyway, bloody bugger forgot he owed me a favour. Which I didn’t call in yet, which means I can still hold that over his head, but I threatened to tell his mum. Which I also admit might not have been my finest moment, but it’s Malfoy, you see. And then Neville went and scared Hermione pale, telling her that you two would murder Malfoy if he touched me. Or well, dismember him a little, which is basically the same thing. And then I get sorted into Slytherin –which Dumbledore seemed pissed about by the way– and of course I get stuck sitting next to him. And then I thought I had a friend in Theo, but bloody bastard abandoned me when I needed him most! That is, when we found out we were in the same dorms. So now that annoying prick is literally right next to me. I had Bethesda bite him," Harry finished smugly slightly out of breath. During that rant, Regulus had found the time to sit up. 