sees a boy who's constantly scratching, walks up to him, "Hey, you alright?"

keeps on scratching at himself. "D-Did you see the guys who putting itchy stuff in my food?" he whimpers.

blinks, "..No, I didn't.. Did you try going to the hospital wing?" suggests.

gapes at her, scratching at his ears. "But... they said there was no such thing as a hospital wing!"

frowns, "..Who told you that?"

blanks. "Uhh..." They had told him that he couldn't say who had told him that. "Some... old...er years?"

sighs, then chuckles, "You can't trust the older years~"

starting to believe that. "E-Especially Slytherin house-mates, huh?" he laughs nervously, itching crazily.

chuckles, "Yep, especially them~ You just don't know what they'll tell you."

pouts at her. "Y-You'd think they would be nice to their own housemates." Itch itch itch scratch scratch scratch.

chuckles at the constant scratching, grabs his hand, "Come on, I'll lead you to the hospital wing so they get something done with that_

scratching of yours, sí?"