"I hope so. I didn't like my school much." He didn't really have any friends but sometimes, he did play with the girls. The boys always called him a loser and he supposed he proved them right. He was the weird religious smart kid who hated football and rough-housing, so it really did set him apart. "I hope I can make friends this time."

He looked anxiously at the door, wondering if Barty knew all of this. "Is Barty okay to have me stay?"