Bri stood there open-mouthed, "You don’t know... magically-raised?" At the wounded girl’s nod, Bri sighed, "Well, there’s one more thing we’ll have to teach you. Muggle comedy is far and above the garbage that the magical world puts out. In the meantime, I have your textbooks, a change of clothes, and Lavender Brown packed you a make-up kit should you feel up to gussying yourself up." She pulled out a stuffed moose and handed it over to Romilda. "Your dorm mate said you liked to sleep with that."