The black haired, eleven year old wizard sat on the stool, and he looked out upon the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He looked around at all of the students, the ghosts, the floating candles, the enchanted ceiling, and anything else to try to take his mind off of the churning of his stomach. The last thing he needed, the last thing he wanted, was to throw up at his new school in full view of the entire student body and the whole teaching faculty.
He heard all of the