Originally Posted by Pokah Face

Just as his hands were beginning to tingle with numbness, Roderigo heard a loud noise from behind him. He spun around just in time to see a sixth-year boy fly into the air while a small, unaccompanied sled came speeding towards him. He had barely a second to get out of the way as it slid with a muffled thud against the stone column Roderigo had previously been leaning against. Relieved to see a grinning face, as opposed to one in pain, the seventh-year Spaniard couldn't help but smile back.
"No, it didn't hit me," he said, still smiling. "Are you ok, though? That didn't look too...ah...graceful." He picked up the sled, which miraculously hadn't been damaged, and handed it to the boy. Roderigo recognized him; he was in his house and only a year younger than him. But seeing as he had only been going to Hogwarts for the past year and a half, the chances of them having met were minimal to none. Brushing snow off of the hem of his cloak, Roderigo resumed his position of leaning against the stone column, only this time he had his arms crossed against his chest and he gave the unknown sixth-year a quizzical look.