Dora had gone to this school long enough for people to know not to mess with her when they saw her engrossed in her studies, or not to mess with her in general. And if they did need to speak with her, they knew not to come running over or flopping around. This was what most everyone knew.

This first year here, he wasn't most everyone.

She almost started but calmed almost immediately after, irritation evident on her face when she saw it was one in her house. Her jarvey wasn't so silent about his irritation at being woken up by his sudden arrival, and spewed out a string of curses at the boy before calming to Dora's touch. "Jarvey. He's a jarvey. And you're disrupting us." Why were first years so loud and kinetic? She certainly hadn't been that boisterous.