Harrison had been rather intent on just putting the puny first year from his thoughts. He was a nonissue at that point, a simple nuisance that had caused him to start forming a headache. Really, he'd focused instead on cleaning up the mess. That was, until a friend nudged him and nodded his head in the direction of where the first year was still standing.

Dark eyes were turned to Archer then. He'd been scowling initially, ready to give him more of a piece of his mind until he saw the way the boy looked. Was he crying? Merlin's bollocks, he hadn't even been that mean. Clearly this kid wasn't cut out for the real world. It was a shame he'd stayed where he was though as Harry was far from the type to console such things.

Instead of words of comforts, a bark of laughter left the chaser's mouth. And, as it was often the case, more laughter began to echo his own as the less than kind friends of Harrison Vance joined in of the mockery of the poor boy.

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