The goblin's dark beady eyes were staring at the fireplace, waiting for the wand-bearers to start coming through. Tearlung was not fond of them to say the least, but business was business. If anything they would actually come to appreciate the hard work his kind did on a daily basis.

At the sight of the first child wander-bearer, the Head Goblin internally groaned. He remained standing where he was without saying a word, however. He was here for the headmistress. The others could deal with the children.