For a moment, Harold thought she was going to attack him, his body tensing, ready to defend himself if needed.  Her comment about him being a half-blood, of being here to learn how to fight monsters and survive battles just made him even more confused.  As she turned to go, leaving him there, he let out a growl.  "It's not like I asked for your help,<em>bitch</em>."<br/><br/>Slowly, he began to makes his way after her, following the smells and sounds of people eating.  The pain in his leg making him limp more than normal, his brace jangling.  He hated this; he didn't want to appear weak in the eyes of a strange crowd, so he kept a straight face, swallowing the pain.  It took what felt like forever, but he finally made it to what looked like the dining area.  Everyone was sitting around at tables, some of them moving to the large bonfire in the middle and dropping portions of their meal into it.  The sounds of his brace announced his presence, and he found himself coming to a halt as dozens of eyes looked over at him.  Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he lifted the hand not holding his bag.  "Uh...hello..."