Across the hall from the Gryffindor table, Frannie's arrival does not go un-noticed.  Vincent blinks slowly, as if to hide the way his eyes move to follow the curvy little red-head discretely.  For just a moment, the ghost of a smile dances across his lips before being ruthlessly banished.  There are more important things for him to think about, just now...and for too many reasons, it simply won't work out.  Gryffindor and Slytherin?  The very thought...<br/><br/>He turns his gaze upon a fourth-year who, thinking himself out of the Prefect's hearing, has just made a rather rude comment about Gryffindors in general and their Prefect in the specific.<br/><br/>"Pevensy?"<br/><br/>The fourth-year starts as Vincent's cold, dry voice manages to reach so far without actually being raised.  His chubby little face goes pale.  He's heard stories about what Vincent can do to people who distract him when he's thinking.<br/><br/>"Would you perhaps like to<em>apologize</em>to Prefect Lazari in front of the entire school?  That might be arranged.  Your comments, of course, would have to be repeated at volume.  Officially recorded."<br/><br/>"N-n-no, sir..."<br/><br/>"Let us not start the year on the wrong foot, Pevensy.  She is a Prefect.  Respect the office, even if you dislike the person and their house.<em>Do you understand me?</em>"<br/><br/>The hapless Pevensy nods.<br/><br/>"Good.  And that goes for the rest of you as well."<br/><br/>Vincent folds his hands together again and closes his eyes, mind whirring away like mad.<br/><br/>