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Sherbetsnitch 
“I don’t know all of the details but I doubt that it was deliberate. You’d be better asking one of the older students who were hear at the time than believing the paper. News papers in this world are just like those in the muggle world, they only write what sells the papers. I went to muggle primary school so I know how werewolves are portrayed in story books, and sadly allot of people in this world agree with that. But it’s just not fair they didn’t ask to be werewolves!” Abigail was getting wound up now and there really wasn’t any reason for it, she just really wanted this boy to understand her point of view.
Taking a deep breath she said “I’m sorry got carried away for a minute there.” She took a look around at the other first years “You know there aren’t many first year boy’s in Hufflepuff are there?”
"Yeah. Odd, that."
Arrick eyed the Head Boy who had introduced himself earlier and wondered if he'd provide the truthful rendition or if he'd already been told to parrot a different, cleaned-up story by the staff. Grownups did that a lot, after all, when they thought kids ought not to know something. Like the tall, older Gryffindor boy on the train who told him there was nothing to worry about.
Looked like he'd have to go see for himself. Which meant trying to look for an older boy who didn't look like a chummy of the Head Boy or a prefect.
But first things first, this meatloaf. Fully aware of how hungry he was now, Arrick was wolfing down food and not particularly caring if he made a mess. He was already dirty-looking to begin with and now flecks of sauce joined the spots and stains on his sleeves.
"Y'don't
know any werewolves, do you?" He asked finally through a mouthful of meatloaf, his earlier skepticism and hostile manner overriden by careful curiosity.