âI promise you, no one is going to bite you!â  the quivering child didnât seem very soothed by her words; apparently, during the train ride here, a group of older kids decided to scare this child out of his mind, telling him all sorts of tales and falsehoods about Hogwarts. Sighing, she sits down on the floor, infinitely glad that she is already wearing her school uniform.  âCan you see any bite marks on me?â she asked showing him her arms,  âitâs a very simple and beautiful ceremony.â The sound of footsteps and laughter drifted down from the great hall, where the feast was scheduled to begin. They were sitting behind the staircase of the Entrance Hall, the boy was curled into a ball against the wall.Â
Brushing her fingers against his hair, Eirwen continued to try and soothe him but he refused to listen to reason. Suddenly, he retreated into himself even more and chocked out a sob. Before she could ask him what was wrong, she realized they werenât alone anymore.Â
âOh, donât you worry! This is just another student. They are not going to harm you, I am sure they are just worried about you, isnât that right?â









