Snippet #1951010

Students have never usually spoken to Daniel unless it was the usual, "Hey, can I copy your notes from Arithmancy?", "Got any spare quills, Dan?" or something of that kind. The strange thing to him was that these people would seem to know him very well, and sometimes he would hear them saying things like "Go ask that guy over there, he's probably done it.", but he never knew any them personally, let alone their names. And nobody had ever approached him to start a friendly conversation, either. Unless it was a particular Professor praising him on doing good work. Never. Not even once. Daniel found himself stuck. He didn't want to simply get up and leave, that would be very rude, and he'd hate to come off as that. More and more students began to flood the Great Hall, and the dishes before them suddenly filled with food. Toast, eggs, bacon, jugs of pumpkin juice, students were filling in and before he knew it, Daniel found himself completely surround by other students. There was no escape.

'Oh - well, Hello Marcus,' Daniel began nervously. He couldn't figure out whether Marcus was being friendly, or trying to persuade him to write his essays for the rest of the year. Either way, he could have possibly ended up being a friend, and Daniel didn't want to pass the opportunity of having friends, especially if they made the effort to approach him first. 'I'm sorry about before, you see - I - I wouldn't mind that, yes, that's fine, I-I'll help you... Erm, any - any spells you're having trouble with in particular?' He pulled out his wand and pointed it to a nearby goblet, unaware that he was beginning to ramble aimlessly due to nerves. 'I l-learnt this spell this morning, and according to my book we're g-going to be learning it very s-soon... A-aguamenti!' A thin stream of water erupted from the tip of his wand and into the goblet.