Graínne just blinked at Headmaster Trent as he stood there…clearly he was terrified of that mist. Graínne’s thick irish accent likely didn’t help him in understanding anything she said at all. ”yes, tall people” she repeated, her eyebrows knitting together as she watched as the realization seemed to dawn on Headmaster Trent’s face.

…a little bean? she wasn’t a bean yet she was a cailín…she likely wouldn’t be a bean until she was like a fifth year. ”I’m not a bean” she practically whispered. It was likely, though, that Headmaster Trent wasn’t aware of the Gaeilge meaning of the word BEAN. ”I’ll do that, I’ll find peo—“ oooh a person was here!

Ooooooooooh a tall person! ”tall person! Hi…we need to seal the windows from the mist” leaning forward closer to the taller girl Graínne spoke up in what could only be a harsh whisper ”the mist is like less than a meter away from the front doors – we have to get other tall people to help too!” she needed her to know how important height was.