Michael's eyes narrowed when the boy tripped inside right between his feet. He glared at the boy, several reproachful words on their way to his lips but he strained himself.<span style="font-style: italic"> No Michael... better not to... just let it go.</span>He thought to himself before he noticed the foolish boy had dragged his stuff with him. He sighed looking at him. "Only child and first year?" he asked trying to be semi-friendly like."It's my first year too, Michael Crowley I'm 3rd in my family to come, my older siblings are 3rd and 4th years this year. Gryffindor more than likely for me. I might get Ravenclaw, though." He looked over at the boy and thought to himself [i] He is really cute, but he's clumsy I hate clumsiness. He might make a good toy later though!" He looked at the boy then asked him, "What's the specs on your wand?