Stumbling toward the a seat blue-clad table, Darwin wished he was older. He wanted to be bigger and more confident and he wanted to know people.

But those thoughts were shoved to the back of his mind as he realised what had just happened: he'd been Sorted. Actually Sorted! There had been somewhere for him to go, he had a house, and he hadn't been sent home. He was really a wizard at Hogwarts, and it was the best feeling in the WORLD.

Okay, so having friends and people to talk to would have been a bonus, but he could only see older people, and no one he recognised from Diagon Alley. Admittedly, he hadn't met many people there, but seeing Laura or Pam or the older guy would have been better than sitting on his own. Darwin turned to finish watching the Sorting as it neared it's end, glad to have something to at least do, if no company.