Shock overcame his face when he felt the cold, hard stone against his nice robes--easily causing pain as the robes were of fine material, thin and easily shredded. He watched him with wide eyes for a moment before eyes immediately locked upon them all. His eyes found the gaze of the people watching on to them. One might wonder if they were watching for show--or watching to find a good moment to join in. He returned his attention to the immediate threat and immediately slapped his hands from on his coat with a severe narrowing of his eyes. "You'll regret that Potter," now everyone one note whom was being so outwardly aggressive.

"Mark me. You'll regret the day you ever made that decision. And I'll never even have to lift a finger." That's right, he'd almost forgot, Harry Potter had bigger enemies than he knew of. A smile coiled his dark lips. "Turn and smile for the onlookers, Potter, perhaps you'll get an article in the Prophet for this mishap. Right next to the article about your mudblood girlfriend." Chuckle.