MORONS!!!
Rabastan pushed the burly seventh year off of him and picked himself up.
He pushed his soaking wet hair out of his eyes and looked toward the Gryffindor table. Not that he could see much through the torrential downpour and the madness of students jumping up and pointing, laughing and yelling.
He whipped out his wand and noticed his hand streaked with green.
What the fuck had they done?
He was sure it was Bella's fool cousin and his stupid friends.
This stupidity smacked of immaturity.
Why didn't she just kill him?
He cast a shielding charm above his head and stalked out of the Great Hall.