So Finn didn't know anyone. He really only knew one wizard at all, to be honest. The fact that he had only known his uncle was a wizard for a few weeks now meant the he hardly even counted anyways. All of this meant that Finnlay was intimidated. He couldn't bear the thought of looking dumb, like he had no idea how anything around here worked. He didn't even know if wizards ate the same food! They could just wave their wands and fill their stomachs or something, for all he knew.

Thus he was silent as he took his place at the table of his new house. His first priority was to give his scalp a thorough scrubbing with his fist to get out anything that was still clinging on from that grubby old hat. But after his mind was at ease, he began to gaze around the hall. Why was there no ceiling on this room?! That just wasn't practical at all.

He had a lot to learn about wizards, apparently.