Patrick nodded his head, “sure thing. Nice to meet you Lydia. Sorry, back to school gathering in the common room is really hard for me to remember names.” He scooted closer to the wall and let the girl sit down. He wasn’t that rude, his mama would kill him if he didn’t show manners even when she wasn’t there.

He thought about her question. He had a lot of favorite books. His mama insisted that he read as a kid. She always told him books can teach you more about yourself than most other things. But honestly he thought it was because she was hoping he’d be the quiet one of his three older siblings. “I have a few, mostly muggle books as I went to muggle school instead of wizarding schools before here like most students. I loved Percy Jackson. I’m readin The Giver right now. My old school had the kids read it last year, figured I should read it too so we could have somethin to talk about.” He shrugged his shoulders as if it were just every bit natural that he read all the time.

She gave him a bit of an eye, like she wasn’t quite sure about him, he noticed. He got that way too often. He was certain he wouldn’t have gotten so many looks if he had gone to Ilvermorny where his accent would’ve been normal and his reputation as a Dooley would have been set out for him. Looking over at Lydia he smiled, “nope, not from the U.K. I’m from Kentucky.” Chuckling he mumbled, “the other UK so to speak.” since he was from where the university was. “My parents moved back here right before I was supposed to start school.