There were many more questions he had wanted to ask the older Gryffindor but it became apparent very quickly that he did not like that. Or like him for that matter…

Not being liked did not upset the Hufflepuff at all. He had gone years without making many friends and he could handle himself perfectly well.

He was getting upset however, when Atlas began blatantly pointing at him and even using him as an example for someone who lacked empathy. Was it that bad that he wanted to know what had happened last year? What had happened to his brother?

”Ok, first of all” He felt that he was getting angry but he wasn’t raising his voice. ”You don’t even know me!” none of them did not even Lisa. But he liked Lisa well enough so he would continue being nice to her. ”Second of all, you have no idea what is going on between us! Gellar is just as mean to me“ so why was he always getting the full blow?! This was UNFAIR.

Properly upset now, the first year abruptly got up from his seat and stooped down to grab his bag. He swung it over his shoulder with enough force that showed that he was mad before he walked over to the other side of the campfire, leaving Lisa and Atlas to sit alone where he began writing down his assumption. One that had nothing to do about himself but rather about his Hogwarts House because he was not going to share, even if it was anonymously, about himself.