"Percy." He nodded. "I'm Anthony." He shrugged. Percy's answer wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. There wasnt any need. It was a bit more obvious anyway and he was sure Percy felt the same. Percy, thought, was rather familiar, and rightfully so since he had been head boy over Anthony a few years back. But to be honest, he couldn't remember the othrr looking so... old. Anthony squinted, pretending for a moment that the sun was in his face. When he dropped the look, Anthony bit his bottom lip.
"Well, n-no not technically. My m-mum though, she used t-to garden with me. And herbology was my b-b-best class." He wasn't acting overly proud about that, though, indeed he was, since he wanted to work in a field dealing with herbology. "I was t-told I am to b-be a cobbler." Anthony shrugged again.
"I-I'm sorry, b-b-but how old are y-you again?" Anthony had tried not to ask, but he couldn't hold himself back anymore. Percy was only supposed to be four or five years older then him!