Michael smirked over at his cousins from the Weasley family, as the twins Fred and George teased Ron about his face when he first went up for sorting. He also kept an unconfortably close eye on Harry Potter. Knowing full well that Dumbledore would want him to make sure nothing happened to the boy. The whole time he did this he was stuffing his face with food. Where this food went nobody knew as he never gained much weight staying in near perfect shape if not a little skinny. He ate a total of 6 helpings before he was full. His older brothers and younger brother ate a lot as well but, not nearly as much as him. When Dumbledore had said his piece for the Start of Term Feast he frowned wondering to himself.<span style="font-style: italic"> Why would we face a painful death if we entered the 3rd floor corridor? </span>He put these thoughts aside and stood up heading out of the hall where he bumped into a girl from Slytherin. "Hey watch where you are standing!" He snarled crossly. He then got a better look at the girl. "Oh you're that Aria girl, right? The one that doesn't fit into her house? I remember you from last year I was shocked when such a timid little mouse got put into Slytherin." He smiled softly letting her know he had no intentions of being mean.