Harry
A/N I'm a little spastic about my view changes, but most everyone gets used to it!
"Death eaters had killed their parents," I thought. Well, Voldemort killed mine. How could someone be so . . . peppy, and have just lost their parents? By now Ron and Joel were playing a game of wizard's chess. All the conversation was one-sided though. Joel didn't seem to talk much, unlike his sister. Her and Hermione kept up a stream of constant chatter about the differences in the two schools. The incessant clash of Benji's slow, almost deep, drawl, and Hermione's high-pitched, fast speech was starting to aggravate my slight headache and elevate it into a large headache. "I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you guys in the morning."
Hermione looked at me worriedly and said in her mother hen way she was developing, "Are you okay Harry?"
"I'm fine" I growled, unnecessarily angry. "I just want to get to bed."