Garreth was emotional. He couldn't understand how everybody was keeping their cool. The sweet, little boy had tried so hard to get into Ravenclaw, worried about it for so long, taken every precaution, and even begged the sorting hat. And he had finally made it.

He had sprinted down from the stool to the Ravenclaw table, absolutely ecstatic. His excitement would soon be replaced with a quiet and sneaky, yet overwhelming sensation of gratitude. He sat, covering his face in his hands to hide the few stray tears that had begun to slide down his cheeks. Rachel had found a seat next to Haddie across from him, and Ailsa was with them too. Merlin, did they have to see him cry now?

Summoning all his strength, he stopped the waterworks and tried to wipe the tears off his cheeks nonchalantly. As good an actor as he was, there was no way for him to tell if it was obvious just how emotional he was, but at least he had done his best to not make it clear to the whole house that he was a wuss. He happened to make eye contact with Rachel, and his face immediately warped into an ecstatic grin, and a sharp chuckle escaped, and quickly cascaded into laughter.