Siobhan rolled her eyes, muttering, "[i]Boys.[/i]" She tapped her nose -- for once, it appeared she knew something that Kyle didn't -- and grinned. "I'll tell you some other time."

The night was getting colder, betraying the fact that it was September; the wind had already picked up by the time they got to the stairs and hurried inside. Siobhan nodded, wondering whether there were any interesting spells she could learn from library books rather than teachers, but she couldn't wait to get there. Dinner at the Gryffindor table would [i]not[/i] be fun, she predicted.

As they split up, Siobhan took a seat right at the end where all the other first years seemed to gather, greeting Yvette with a quiet hello. The muggleborn girl was her only friend inside her house, though she seemed better suited to Hufflepuff. The brunette was too timid. She wondered if Kyle would dislike her on principle, if only because of her impure blood.