Harry rolled his eyes as Belby continued to stutter and tried to make it seem as if it was all okay simply because it was an accident. It wasn't okay though. He had gravy all down his front now and he was a boy that cared very much about appearances. He didn't like being dirty and he didn't like smelling. Both of which he now was thanks to the stuttering first year.

But when he said he'd help clean it up, Harry was quick to shake his head and ever brush him away. "No, you won't," he said in a tone that didn't allow for argument, "You'll just make it worse than it already is, I'm sure." He'd forgone mocking the boy's stutter but there was an obvious venom to his tone and with the way he sneered at him. With a mumbled curse of sort, he turned back to the table and grabbed up the nearest napkin without caring if it was someone else's or not and began trying to clean up the mess.

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