Irial glanced at Rhea, his eyes arched. "Nearly saved your life, eh? Well that's something I haven't heard about." He decided to bug the girl about it later, and turned to Wesley.

"Alright then, little Wesley, I won't be scared of you." He gave her a kind smile, so not to frighten her. She reminded him of a small baby rabbit, poised to run at any given moment. You had to be careful with her. And Irial intended to. She seemed sweet.

"I'm a sixth year Gryffindor," he said politely. "I didn't feel like wearing my robes today."