Wesley stumbled into the common room, relieved to find herself in the right place. Dizzily, too sick to be scared, she took in the unfamiliar faces.

The girl had barely made it through the sorting; afterwards Wesley ran straight out the hall and somehow made it to the restroom, where she vomited from motion sickness. Having been too nervous, the tiny 11 year old had skipped breakfast and lunch, and was regretting it now. Throwing up nothing was worse than throwing up something.

Her stomach aching, she took two weak steps and dropped dead. Wesley had fainted.