Jaejoong was quickly walking through the castle, taking two steps at a time, when his left foot swung a bit too far and he toppled down the staircase. He hit the bottom with a thud and not really bothered to get up and view the damage, if there was any, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. After a few short moments he began to feel a bit light headed so he shuffled himself to sit up against the bottom of the staircase. A smile grew on his face as he realised that this was the staircase that he met Junsu.
The third year Ravenclaw slipped out of the common room with an air of annoyance. He hated being avouch his mates when they got mail - presents from mum, letters from dad, food - he always felt the pit of his stomach flip in jealousy. He'd never really had a family to call his own and a part of him just wanted to burn everything that they had. But instead he took out his frustration with a muggle activity that he learnt in the orphanage.
He sat himself at the bottom of a staircase and lit the cigarette before taking a long, slow breath out of it. He blew the smoke out in circles, another thing he learnt at the orphanage, and observed the stick sitting between his fingers, smirking. He'd never been much the social type, he's very reserved for someone with his looks, and didn't have any close friends other than Yunho. But he was a Gryffindor, a rather popular one at that.
As the cigarette drew it's end something caught Jaejoong's eye. A small boy, couldn't be much older than a first year, shuffling his skinny frame across the castle. He had a pile of books balanced in his hands and he looked like he could topple over at any moment, either from the weight of the books or the amount of sleep that was clearing deprived in his eyes. Something in Jaejoong clicked as he threw the cigarette butt to the side and approached the younger man.
"Hey," He began, forcing a smile on his face "I'm Jaejoong. Did you need some help?"