Fleur looked about the “Great” Hall appraising the students she would spend most of the year with. Her eyes, and that of many others from the visiting schools, lingered on a young man at the Gryffindor table. He had so many scars for someone so young. He had what looked like three claw marks running diagonally across his face. She assumed he had gotten them relatively recently since they looked agitated. There was a scar that touched the top of his right eye and went up under his bangs onto his forehead. Oh, and he was missing his right arm.
As she saw him, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to eat the bouillabaisse near him.