« We’re both first years, so we have that in common—”

“You’re a first year?”

What a thing to comment on, out of everything she had said. “Yes?”

The boy scratched at the back of his head again, and she realized it was probably a nervous habit. “I thought you were an upperclassman. You just seemed to know what you were talking about.”

“I…do know what I’m talking about. »