"What cabin are you in?" Bella asked. "And don't worry about it," she added gently. "It's weird for all of us."
Looking down at her plate of food, Bella picked up her fork and took a few bites of her salad. She needed to get eating if she was going to get back to work in time. "You can read them if you want. Everyone else here seems to have." She glanced around at the people sitting in the other booths. She was lucky no one had noticed her yet. She got no end of grief usually, especially at lunch.
"I may have to leave you with my plate," Bella said, a little embarrassed that THE Harry Potter was tidying up after her. But she didn't want to risk being late. She had been a model employee so far since she had been here and she didn't really want that to change.