Quinn trudged into the room, the circles under his eyes darker than you would expect on an 11-year-old. He sat on that sofa in the common room all night, hugging his knees up to his chin. He dozed off occasionally, but never stayed asleep for long. He wanted to go home. For once, he missed the drabness of his home life.

"Hello, Headmaster," Quinn said, but his voice came out hollow and tired. He glanced around the room, recognizing Avalon, Ashley and the girl from the Owl Post (Claudine). He decided to stand near Avalon—they had met at the feast, and she is the would-be Ravenclaw Prefect, whereas the girl from the Owl Post was standing near an older boy who looked pretty intimidating, and Ash was a little intimidating herself. "Good morning." Quinn's voice was so small, it was practically nonexistent.