"Hey, watch were you're going!" Procyon snapped. Admittedly, there was no harm done. Sure, he'd stumbled back a couple of steps, but he hadn't actually hit anything else, and wasn't really hurt. Beides, it wasn't like Potter hadn't apologized. And he knew that he probably shouldn't pick a fight with this particular Gryffindor- he recognized him to be the one who bullied Severous, and knew getting on his bad side probably wouldn't be wise. But, really, he'd only be so much worse off than he already was for simply being a Slytherin. But really, none of these thoughts crossed his mind until the words were already out of his mouth. It was simply instinct.