A seemingly first year was not too far from the window. Would Bartholomew attract her attention with his waving? It seemed like he would. It was no surprise to old Bartholomew that she was awestruck by him. The quid gazed at her with kind eyes. “Hello. Are you new here?’’ The compliment pleased him. “I would like to think that I am. That is why I am dropping by to visit you Slytherins. So I can say hello since this is the only House I can visit.’’

Bartholomew waved as someone else joined them. It was a someone else he knew. “Oliver. Good morning to you too. Yes my name is Bartholomew. It is a mouthful I know.’’ He loved his name regardless. “What are your plans for the day? Will either of you be coming down to the Lake?’’ Did they mind him listening on their conversation? He found talk of a students school life very interesting.