"Firsties? Their voices sound so high. Did we ever sound like that?" He listened to the sounds of Hugo getting his food, then began to pick at his own again. He was still a bit self-conscious about eating messy things in front of people. He Summoned a fresh waffle from the serving dish though, and began to tear it apart, touching each piece to his plate to pick up a bit of syrup. Less messy.
And he shook his head in agreement with Hugo. "They don't. They don't have a clue. To them... God. I dunno where most of them were, but it's like they were in another world. They don't get what happened here, and the worst part is, they don't care. Their parents didn't fight, they weren't involved. It's like Hogwarts is something they're... like entitled to."
He poked another bite of waffle into his sticky plate.