"Well, well, well." The monotonous beckoning was accompanied by a clicking heel of undoubtedly ridiculous leather boots. Louis was putting his away his textbooks in exchange for his sketchpad in this ominous section of the school hallway until the voice of someone who drove unsettling chills down his spine interrupted him. "If it isn't the fairest princess this old fuckin' town ever did see." "And the outlaw who defiled him." Louis was ready when Harry turned him around, pressing the former's back against the steel lockers with a smug grin.