[i]"I suppose that you could say that, I was born mute."[/i]

The revelation that the board was her only way of communication felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. Sure Peter hadn't commented on it, but he had considered it odd so for that he was ashamed. Holding his hand to him mouth in worry, he shot the girl an apologetic glance as she began to write once more on her board. “[i]Don’t feel bad. You didn't know. And I’m okay with that.[/i]” Peter was slightly relieved to read this last part, as he he knew that the girl wasn't upset, although that didn't change how guilty he felt. 

Nevertheless Peter moved into the carriage, awkwardly placing his tiny case into the overhead compartment, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach. Out of breath after the effort, he slumped down into an empty seat. Turning to face the girls once more he was just in time to catch what was on the girl's board just before it was rubbed away. 

Chuckling slightly at the other girl's answer, he realizing it was his turn. What was he looking forward to the most? Well one thing came to mind instantly! "I heard the feasts here are to die for!" He exclaimed happily. He hadn't traveled far from London or his Uncle's home in Bristol about from a brief trip to Argentina the previous year to watch a game in the Quidditch world cup so he hadn't had much of a taste of foreign cuisine, with his food in Argentina having been brought over by his parents. He was hoping that Hogwarts could possibly change that, with the kitchen workers providing something to stimulate his taste buds. 

"I'm Peter by the way!" He added quickly, snapping out of his thoughts. "Peter Dobson."