"My name's Meno...uh Meno Arrington." The boy coughed and adjusted his glasses. "I know it's kind of a stupid name...my mother named me after her late cat..." His sentence trailed to a whisper and he looked away, a sheepish silence setting in. "Oh! I uh...I'm 11! I wear glasses and...I have light brown hair...see? My eyes are green, and my father always says I'm skinny I guess..." Meno coughed again and shifted in his chair. "Sorry, I was rambling wasn't I?" He wiped his hands on his trousers, "I'm shy...and, I don't really have a lot of friends. But no no no! Don't feel bad for me! I don't really...like...talking." He glanced up. "Is that all I need to say? Oh! Oh right! I'm from Nottingham. Yeah...my father took us there to have a safer life I guess. That's what he calls it. Oh him? He works at a bank, no no he's not a wizard. My mother is the wizard..." Meno searched for approval, kicking his feet nervously. "She went to Hogwarts, yes. She really likes cats and uhh...oh, right I already told you about Meno...her cat...I uh...forgot. Sorry." A pause. "It's fun to grow up here...my father brings me hand-me-downs from my older cousin. They're baggy, yeah, but..." He shrugged, lifting his arms to expose his soft hands from the oversized sleeves. "I don't mind... My parents will take me out for dinner or a movie sometimes. They're uhh...good parents, yeah. My father is busy a lot, but my mother stays at home with her...cats." Meno twiddled his thumbs. "Am I excited to go to Hogwarts? Yeah...I'm really excited!" He paused, eyes wide. "Sorry...was that too loud? I know my mum is proud of me...and my father just wants me to be safe, and...get bigger. That's what he says at least....Can I go now?" Meno grinned awkwardly and stood up. "Thank you!"