CLOSED A Rushed Meeting PV Fiver Anderson

The sun was starting to lower, having hit its highest point an hour before. The corridors were nearly empty, a few students sorting themselves out into their classes. It was calm, boring, even. Unless you looked down a certain hall. A short, first year Hufflepuff and racing to his next class, curly hair sticking up at odd angles. Harris Nocturne had spent the short amount of time between his last class and the one he was going to wrangling his ferret. With Scribbles now stuck in his dorm, Harris was running quite low on time to make it to his next class. His short legs were carrying him as fast as they could as he rushed down the hall. Nearly at his destination, the Hufflepuff ran directly into someone. Apologies spilled from his mouth as he stumbled backwards, not having seen the taller person.
"Oh, goodness, I'm so so so so sorry, I've got a class to get to-" The words tumbled out of his mouth. He finally looked up and was greeted with someone who appeared to be a first, possibly second year Ravenclaw. Green eyes looked down at the Hufflepuff as Harris started to straighten out his robes. "Very sorry- I'm Harris by the way. Do you have a class you got to get to? I'm off to Charms. Still got a staircase to go," Harris chuckled nervously.