Chadsworth wavered for a moment, not sure what to say, and Harry didn’t give him the chance to find his feet. He turned back to Eleanor. "If you have any problems you’ll come to me. If I can’t assist you, I’m sure my fiancé, Tom Riddle, can. He’s Head Boy." Tom wouldn’t be pleased to know Harry had volunteered him to play white knight to a first year muggleborn, but he was always scrupulous in fulfilling his duties, and technically such work did fall under the purview of Head Boy. He’d deal. Harry would make sure of it.