As she sat down, Archie subtlety examined her—and had to hold back his smile the whole time. Her hair matted in some places and looked like straw in others, but her spirits hadn't been weighed down by the incident. Nobody around them seemed to care either as a new round of food seemed to appear out of thin air.
"Well I'm glad you did," he offered, hoping he hadn't made her feel unwelcome. He delighted in her company after minutes of awkwardly smiling at the people across from him as he reached for something to eat. It was easy to feel lonely when chatter filled the air but not his side of the table. "Holliday you said? Maybe I'll meet her sometime soon. The older Ravenclaws seem friendly enough." And he couldn't imagine anyone related to Sunday being mean.
His distraction soon betrayed him, and the subject of the other Diggory—the cousin? or the stranger?—came back up.
"I was telling the truth. I have no idea who he is," he said, his eyes drifting towards the area in the room where the other Diggory had headed after being sorted. Archie would eventually confront him about his heritage—eventually being the key word. The last thing he wanted to do was find out that the Diggorys were some affluent wizarding family and he, the son of a muggleborn, was some long-lost relation through a squib who was thrown out of the house. That would be less than ideal.
"Well I'm glad you did," he offered, hoping he hadn't made her feel unwelcome. He delighted in her company after minutes of awkwardly smiling at the people across from him as he reached for something to eat. It was easy to feel lonely when chatter filled the air but not his side of the table. "Holliday you said? Maybe I'll meet her sometime soon. The older Ravenclaws seem friendly enough." And he couldn't imagine anyone related to Sunday being mean.
His distraction soon betrayed him, and the subject of the other Diggory—the cousin? or the stranger?—came back up.
"I was telling the truth. I have no idea who he is," he said, his eyes drifting towards the area in the room where the other Diggory had headed after being sorted. Archie would eventually confront him about his heritage—eventually being the key word. The last thing he wanted to do was find out that the Diggorys were some affluent wizarding family and he, the son of a muggleborn, was some long-lost relation through a squib who was thrown out of the house. That would be less than ideal.