A hand clasped her shoulder abruptly and the incoming fifth year tensed momentarily, quite unsure who was touching her. It wasn't her mother, she could tell that much. It felt different then. But the hand was small enough that she could easily guess it was a woman, which made her feel slightly better. When Miss Fairchild's voice - up close she knew for sure it was her, and the elder - sounded near her ears, the sudden tension leaked out of her.

"Miss Fairchild, I'm so glad you are here. A familiar voice is wonderful, I will admit I didn't know what to do. It is Demelza McGonagall - from church," she offered, smiling - not that that could be seen. "Matches?" She'd never heard of anyone just carrying matches before, not a wizard at least. "Where do you think there might be some?" She had no doubt that some of the muggle homes might have some, but she doubted the muggles would take kindly to their neighbors from across town asking after matches.