There was a boy sitting on the bed adjacent to his. He must have been new; You didn’t recognise him from last year. He looked about fifteen or sixteen, and wore a light blue vest top with orange piping and long flared denim jeans.

“Orright?” The boy greeted you. He had a chipped front tooth and a lopsided grin that made you want to smile back at him. “You’re the kid wot goes to the fancy school all year, are ya? Name’s Grant.”