Oh no! Wesley had a name with a Y. Gnawing nervously on her bottom lip, the first year held her hands close to her face. Looking at the board and watching the teacher write down examples, the small girl took in the information with a growing sense of panic. So the Y is a consonant because my name ends just like Ridley which means the Y doesn't count because of the E. But E is a vowel. I think. So do I count the E? Or not? Isn't it mean to not count the Y? If I was the Y I would feel left out. I would feel sad. But Y isn't REALLY a consonant. So if I counted it I would be lying. Which is bad. You should never lie. But Professor Shackleton says the Y is a consonant. And professors would never lie. So she must be right. But that means Mother is wrong. Oh- Mother would be angry if I thought she was wrong! She would be mad. Mother is scary when she is mad. Only! I love mother. So she isn't scary! But she is! Only- I shouldn't be thinking she is scary because she isn't. She is my mother and she is beautiful. And I am a bad girl for thinking that she is scary. I am a bad daughter. I am a bad person. Bad Wesley. Wesley that the Y is a consonant. A lonely letter. A-

Blinking- the Hufflepuff remembered that she was supposed to answer the question. Professor Shackleton had said that everyone was supposed to give an example. And everyone is everyone. Right? Right.

Tentatively raising her hand, Wesley answered, "Ummm...I mean-sorry-," Mother would be so mad at her saying um, "L-lucy is a name where the Y-y is a-a v-vowel. And-ummm...-sorry- Wesley is a n-name w-where the Y is-is a c-consenant."