Alexander ignored her, only muttering "Mudblood" again before turning his attention fully to the book. Yet he never turned a page himself. His wand, which was sitting on the seat beside him, occasionally shifted whenever a page turned. Charles approached his friends, met first by a Slytherin Fourth-year prefect. "Hey, Mark," He nodded greeting. The Slytherin nodded in return. "So. Heard your little brother is probably going to end up in Slytherin," Mark noted. Charles just nodded with a sad sigh.