Garret scooted over a bit in his seat... away from a first year girl. Sure, he didn't resent them as much as he used to. In fact, Garret thought a bit uncomfortably, he seemed to like them a little too much.

He was twelve now (practically a man!), and had been through some changes. But no matter what the changes, there was still a part of him that didn't like the way girls talked too much, or sat too close, or were just generally... well, too girly.

Garret looked to the Staff table a bit desperately. When was the Head gonna make the speech already? He was STARVING!