Walburga had once said that Kreacher was the most skilled of all house-elves. Yang Felix, meanwhile, had clearly never eaten anything good before; even a simple cream cake made him wolf it down.
The cream smeared across his childish face made him look adorable. But his gray-blue eyes were not as clear as those of an ordinary thirteen-year-old. A dense darkness filled them, and Pomona did not know whether it was caused by the Obscurus or something else.
Men would try every possible means to escape a life of poverty, while women, like Eileen Prince and Molly Weasley, would willingly endure hardship for love, following their husbands to live in places like Spinner's End and The Burrow.
On the Hogwarts Express, lunch consisted of sweets sold from the trolley, so Pomona did not stop him from having sweets for lunch.
But for dinner, she intended to prepare something more substantial, like the start-of-term feast. Unfortunately, the Sorting Hat was not here. She truly wanted to know which House this Muggle-born would be sorted into.
"You aren't afraid of snakes?" she asked, sitting opposite him.
"I've seen things more terrifying than snakes," Felix said without looking up. "Besides, the place you're taking me must have things more terrifying than snakes. You don't need to drag along a coward as dead weight."
Pomona's soft-heartedness surfaced again.
"When I was ten, I suddenly discovered that things could float in the air without me touching them. That day, I just wanted to eat some cereal, but I couldn't reach it, and then it flew into my hand. My mother was terrified. She told me not to make a scene or draw attention, or immigration would throw us out," Felix continued. "If you're wondering why I became a 'freak,' that's why."
"I wasn't going to