Rudy shimmied and slid past taller men, one finger already opening his collar. "Why've they all got to wear so many robes? We'll bake in here!" he whined, his other hand already seeking out Edric or Dolohov, but he'd already been squished and lost amongst the other members of the meeting, finally urged to sit near the head of the table, and his chair was rather abruptly pushed in by a sinewy pair of hands.
"You almost let me get lost! I could have been devoured!" His gaze shifted right to finally fall on Tom Riddle. He was a small young man, like Rudy, though at least he was sure he would grow out of it. Riddle looked as though he was going to be like that for life. Also, imposing. Much more imposing, Rudy mused begrudgingly. He'd never much come across as the stronger one. A mistake many had faced.