Olly felt someone sit down next to him. He figured it must have been the boy who had just been sorted into Slytherin. He heard the hat, but had missed the boy's name. Luckily he introduced himself. Tom. Olly looked up at the boy and blinked. He could handle this. He could handle talking to people and trying to make friends. He could. Olly managed a small smile for the boy.

"I'm Oliver. Welcome to Hogwarts."

And there was someone else speaking to him. It was Colt, and Olly was not all that surprised. He was not doing a very good job of hiding his emotions. He meant to nod at the older boy, an assurance that he was, in fact, okay, but he couldn't do it. As much as he tried, his head would not move up and down. Would not lie while he was actually very not okay. Very slowly, he shook his head back and forth. His lower lip wobbled, but he did not cry. Would not cry there. Olly took a moment before he spoke so he was sure his voice was steady.

"My sister." He couldn't make any more words come out of his mouth. Olly simply blinked away tears and turned his attention back to the table. He wanted to get out of there.