Ted looks around him, watching as first years drag each other to their respective classrooms, looking both panicked and entirely unwilling to ask for help. It was a bit of a shame, really; the Hufflepuffs soon enough would learn how willing he’d be to lend a hand, anyhow. “Don’t you love this time of year? Watching everybody, you know... get used to this. Even us. Sometimes I still feel like a fish out of water.”










