He knew he didn't belong here, but something had caught his eye from across the Hufflepuff table. It was the Gryffindor Prefect. Of course, naturally the prefect would have something valuable.

At this moment he was under the table, looking up at the pair of feet that were either close to kicking him or too far away from even touching him. Willie was careful to not hit anyone. Somehow, he had managed to find the prefect as his shoes seemed to be a little shiner.

A wicked little evil smirk appeared on his lips, his hand now reaching out for the bag that was just beside him. He pulled it in, opened the bag, looked in and was close to cackling with pride. All what was in there would do. Slinging the prefect's bag over his shoulder, Willie crawled down to the end of the table and then crawled towards the other table, hoping no one noticed him.