It was lunch time, you had gotten nothing but a salad and a parfait. As you pay for the food you look for a table to sit at. You see a young boy, perhaps a 1st or 2nd year sitting alone at a table in the corner. He doesn’t have any lunch, so you go over to him and give him your parfait. “Oh, thank you.” He looks up at you with a shy smile as he grabs the parfait. He seems like he would be a good friend.