"All my friends who didn't go to Hogwarts got to go to there and I don't think it's fair that I have to go to that other place with people who aren't going to like me." He'd just spent a year on the run, hiding from people who thought, as a muggleborn, that he had stolen someone else's magic for his own use. He didn't know how that was possible, but he didn't want to go to a whole school who believed in that sort of thing. He didn't want to be an experiment for the dark arts classes he was going to have to attend.
He'd clearly been over thinking this for a few weeks now. He had a whole bunch of horror what-if's running through his head.
Dennis nodded. Even when upset, saying no to ice cream didn't seem like a logical choice.