Archer was overwhelmed.  That fact was incredibly clear by the way his eyes had seemed to take on a permanently widened shape.  First, he had to sit through a sorting where everyone had stared at him, and then he joined the Ravenclaw table full of chattering people whose conversations made his head spin.  When the rest of the students swept him off to the common room, Archer found himself retreating toward a space that appeared to be less populated.

Overstimulated, he basked in the relative safety of the tucked away space.  Thinking he was fairly alone, the boy let out a very long breath and murmured to himself, not realizing he was speaking aloud. "Boy, there's a lot of them."