"You...you'll soon meet more f-first years in your classes. F...From all houses," he reassured. Archer couldn't imagine starting Hogwarts as a muggleborn. It had already been more than overwhelming for him, and he'd grown up in a magical family. At least she'd be in the same boat as many of the other firsties for a little while--lost, confused, excited.

He allowed a little smile to reach his face. Although he dislike how crowded and loud the feasts were, it couldn't be denied that the food was the best he'd ever tasted. "Just you wait until Halloween!" The sentence popped out without a stutter, joy overruling his nervousness.

It slid back into his speech, though, after more questions were asked of him. "N-no," Archer couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. If they were in classes together, he was certain she would talk his ear off and maybe insist on being his partner. "I'm in th-third year. We...we don't share c-classes, but...um...we could be in the s-same clubs, I...I suppoe."