Fior shoved a first year out of the way and carried on up the stairs to class.<br/><b>"Stay out of my way you foul, loathsome, little cockroach!"</b><br/><br/>The tall good looking young man swept aside his robe so that it wouldn't brush against that mud-blood first year.<br/><br/><i>'Disgusting how they've lowered the standards at this school lately to let filthy little mud-bloods in here!'</i>he thought in irritation. As he approached the class, he shifted his bag of books, scrolls and potion ingredients to his right hand so he could open the door with his left.<br/><br/>Tall with blond hair, blue eyes, a charming smile and a fortune in wealth, Fior Divitus was the most popular of his friends. The Slytherin ones that is. He put down his bag on the floor took his wand from his pocket and muttered something only his closest friends could hear.<br/><br/>Directly across from Fior and his friends, a large heavy pile of books shifted over the edge of a Griffindor's desk and the clatter of books hitting the floor was deafening. The Slytherin group laughed amongst themselves, and wondered aloud how the kid could be so 'clumsy' while sitting still.<br/><br/>While waiting for class, they shared stories of some of the things going on beneath many of the students and teachers robes lately, snickering and laughing at the off color jokes, each one more lewd than the last.