Indigo just sort of shrugged. "I'll read pretty much whatever you put in front of me." He'd read a few things this summer, but before that he hadn't had much time for reading. He'd been a fifth year so all of his free time had gone toward studying for his OWLs. This comic looked like it could be fun though, and an easy read that wouldn't take him very long. He'd have to check it out some time.

Oh, so he was new here. That made sense, actually, as Indigo didn't remember seeing him around. Though it wouldn't have been all that surprising if he just hadn't noticed him. That had happened. "A muggle school? How come you didn't come to Hogwarts earlier? I transferred here too. From Beauxbatons, though, the wizarding school in France. This is my third year here." But his transfer actually made sense, from one wizarding school to another. Why had this kid come from a muggle school? He was not that much younger than Indigo himself. What, a fourth or fifth year? Did that mean he didn't know anything about magic? He was going to be so behind in his studies. The thought was starting to stress Indigo out and it didn't even have anything to do with him.

Oh, right, introductions. "I'm Indigo."