Don't eat Hagrid's cake.

"Thanks, Hagrid", you say. "I'm going to eat soon, so I'll save this for later."

You put the cake in one of your pockets, determined to throw it out at the first chance you get. Once, you tried one of Hagrid's cakes, and you've regretted it since.

"I'd better get back up to the castle", you tell Hagrid. "I've got some work to finish."

Hagrid shows you to the door, and, after promising to visit soon, and to win the Triwizard Tournament, you step out into the cold winter day. Your breath fogs up in front of you as you trudge back up to castle. Just before you reach the Entrance Hall, a voice assails you. You spin around, to see Draco Malfoy standing nearby.

"Hey, Potter!" he taunts. "Gone to see if that oaf, Hagrid, has a free job if you fail at the next Task?"

"Fuck off, Malfoy", you say. "Anyway, what are you doing out? It seems more like you to send your henchmen to do your dirty work in this weather."

"It's none of your business", Malfoy says loftily.

As he walks past you, he pushes you slightly. It's not much, but enough to put you momentarily out of balance. You struggle to regain your footing on the muddy sludge, but only end up falling into it. Malfoy laughs as he heads away from you, and you can only glare at his retreating figure. You look down, and see that you're covered in muddy snow. Homework will have to wait; you need to shower first.