Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Cale rolled his eyes. Seth was such a horrible prefect--didn't he know that it was NOT polite to pick on firsties? Obviously not. He pushed a piece of his oh-so-awesome hair out of his eyes and glared at the Hufflepuff. "Well, seeing as how it's the job of prefects to step in when people are harassing other students, I figured I'd just put my two cents in," he told him with a slight smirk. "Or did you not hear about that rule? My guess, from your behavior, is you didn't."

Making sure that his hair and sideburns were exactly the way he wanted it, he turned to Lucas. "My advice--don't listen to what Mr. I'm Too Good to be Nice to Normal Students over here says. I bet you know more than he does about hair anyways," he told him with a smirk over his shoulder to Seth. Yes, he knew that Seth could obviously hear him. That was the point.

"Well, I best be off now," he informed everyone in the bathroom. "Nice to meet you Hugo, hope to see you around," he added with a grin. "Good day gentleman!"

And with that, he turned to leave, but he wasn't done yet. Nope. Not at all. He smirked to himself once before he put his plan into action.

Now, being one who tripped over his own two feet almost daily, it wasn't difficult at all for him to pull of what he was about to do and make it look like an accident. Sliding his foot out from underneath him, he flew forward as if he had just slipped on something slippery and threw his arms out in front of him, almost as if he was trying to find something to catch and stop himself from falling. And he did. Mr. Seth Paton, of course. His hand purposely reached up and smacked the side of his head--but of course he would insist it was an accident, and who could prove it wasn't, anyways?--and messed up what had to be half the hairs on his head. Awww, all that hard work down the drain. Boo hoo.

"Oh, I'm sorry mate!" Cale exclaimed, putting a hand over his heart as if he was completely horrified at what he had done. "I must have slipped on some water or something--such a shame, that's gonna take you a good chuck of time to fix that, it is."

With that, he checked his hair again to make sure it was undamaged--and it was, of course, due to the intense amount of styling gel he had borrowed stolen from Ezra that morning. Whistling happily, he exited the bathroom, smirking as he walked out into the corridor.