The greasy dungeon bat as he was called really despised the pukingly cheery atmosphere of the small village, especially during Hogsmeade weekends. As his luck would have it, the fresh supply of lacewing flies had been dropped off at the apothecary down the village on the very same day. Trust the suppliers to be utter dunderheads just like the ones he has to teach. With his signature sneer and billowing black robes he crossed the village into the dainty little apothecary to gather his supplies. As soon as he exited, he saw an unfamiliar blonde girl cross him towards the village fields. Not thinking much of it, he was about to move towards Hogwarts when he saw the dimwitted Weasley following the girl. If nothing else, this day could at least give him some pleasure punishing one of Minerva's lions.