Willie sat down at the table, his expression grumpy and a little disgusted. He had walked through the train, into the carriages and into the halls with no shoes or socks to wear. It was absolutely disgusting. His feet smelt of dirt and poop (maybe the Therstals poop? Did they even poop? Invisible poop perhaps that only people who'd seen the dead can see them. Yes, yes.). His pants after being cleaned by the two girls (Celandine and Daphne) was dirtied yet again. Next time, he wasn't even going to sit with a first year.

Ugh.

The curly haired boy placed his hand under his cheek, his elbow on the table, a bored expression on his face. When was this all over? He needed a good shower and he also needed to wash his shoes. Sigh.