â tale of an angry porcupine.
xander, as a basic rule, tends to keep to himself. he does not actively seek out trouble, or go out of his way to pick fights. he is a model student, even though most students tend to keep a two feet distance from him at all times due to his resting angry face. however, he is in no way shy of confrontation.
so when he crosses the courtyard with a stack of books piled in his arms, he is, as always, minding his own business. he vaguely sees a group of students messing around but ignores them as always. that is, until heâs jerked out of his own thoughts when a solid force collides into himâ knocking him backwards and sending his books toppling everywhere.
xan sits on the ground for two secondsâ disoriented and blinking in shock before a frown etches itâs way across his face. then heâs scrambling to his feet, books forgotten, and though his hands itch to curl into the others robes threateninglyâ his prefect status makes him refrain. instead, his head snaps up to stare at the tall offender with a deadly glare, raised eyebrow threatening and demanding an explanation.
daniel hadn't thought the slightest when he began roughhousing with some of his buddies from gryffindor - a normal occasion considering exactly who he was and the energy that seemed to constantly buzz through him. the whole thing was harmless, truly, he never meant to fall right into another student. a small, very angry prefect at that.
a nervous smile spread across danielâs lips as he observed the fallen before - hearing his friends whisper amongst themselves before scattering, leaving him to the mess they had caused. on any other occasion, he may have attempted to help the other up, even pick up some of his scattered things along the way. but the other boy had acted faster than he anticipated so daniel was only left to stand there nervously.
âlisten okay, i am so sorry.â his hands come up before him, waving them wildly in attempts to express his nerves . âit was an accident i swear, i just didn't see you there and let the dudes push me wherever - please don't be mad?â











