After the
slight trainwreck that was Charles' Sorting, Henry is not in the best of moods. He managed to manipulate it to his advantage; but it is still Charles Macaulay.
He is alone; Camilla is not there (back in Gryffindor, so distraught was she he actually had to tuck her in like a little girl), and he is somewhat glad of that. She must not see him lose control for one second.
Henry almost collides with a dark-haired boy, much younger, in the corridor, and his anger almost explodes.
'Look where you're going,' he snaps in Ancient Greek, and carries on steaming down the corridor.