Trevor was nearly trembling with rage as he stomped through the halls towards the bathroom, his footsteps squelching with every step. He was soaked from head to toe, and his uniform clung tightly to his frame. He could only imagine that he looked like a drowned rat. He clenched his fists tightly and his bottom lip curled in anger as he thought of the group of boys who had thrown him into the black lake a short while earlier.He was beyond infuriated. His anger knew no bounds. He would have his revenge, and those boys who had laughed and tossed him into the black lake were going to wish they had never been born when he got through with them. Despite his devil may care attitude about getting into trouble, he knew equivocally that if he were caught doing something as terrible as he was plotting he’d end up expelled from the school. As much as he hated most of his classes and the infantile prejudiced people around him he knew that getting thrown out of Hogwarts wouldn’t be a good idea. He had plans and he didn’t want those plans getting sidetracked because of a bunch of stupid gryffindors trying to piss him off.
He sighed as he entered the bathroom and then paused when he spotted a fellow slytherin doing some sort of transaction with a hufflepuff. He frowned and then made his way to an empty stall and started pulling off his drenched clothes. While he was curious as to what the other slytherin had been selling, he knew better than to get on the bad side of one of his housemates. He saw the things they were capable of, and normally he knew they wouldn’t think twice about harming anyone least of all one of their own.
Once he was down to his skivvies he used a heating charm to dry his wet clothes out and then slowly redressed, pondering over just what he would do to those foul Gryffindor gits. It had to be something that they would never forget, something that no one had ever done before. Also something that couldn’t be blamed on him. His imagination being rather limited didn’t really help at the moment, perhaps there was someone he could find to run ideas off of. He offhandedly thought of his Ravenclaw friend Eva. He wondered just what sort of clever pranks she might think of. Though then again, she might not agree with him that a mean prank would be the best way to go.
After all she was a girl, and most girls were much to soft when it came to retribution. He pulled his cloak back on and smoothed out a few wrinkles in it before he stepped out of the stall. He made his way over to the sink and took a look at his hair in the grimy mirror.
“Bloody hell, it looks despicable! Those bloody gryffs are going to get it now.” He muttered as he tried to fix his messed up afro.
