"So how was yer first week?"

"It was all right. The classes are interesting. I like the food."

"No one give yeh trouble?"

"...it's been all right," he says hesitantly. Hagrid would probably want to know about Professor Snape, but then what if Professor Snape was horrible to Hagrid too?

Ron has no such compunctions. He tells Hagrid all about their Potions class.

Fang makes his way to Victor and rests his head on Victor's lap, slobbering all over his robes, and Hagrid snorts. "Likes hardly anyone, Snape. It's normal fer him."

Victor looks nervously down at Fang. "Um. All right."

"How's yer brother Charles?" Hagrid asks Ron, changing the subject rather suddenly. "I liked him a lot—great with animals."

Ron starts telling Hagrid all about his brother's work with dragons. He reaches for his cake and accidentally pushes a piece of paper that was lying nearby off the table.

Victor automatically catches it.

It's a cutting from the Daily Prophet:

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the break-in at
Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the
work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.
Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing
had been taken. The vault that was searched had in
fact been emptied the same day.
"But we're not telling you what was in there, so
keep your noses out if you know what's good
for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

Hm. He puts it back.

Hagrid asks more questions about their week and they exchange more pleasantries and he sends them off on their way, pockets loaded with rock-hard rock cakes.

He offers a rock cake to Muninn.

He takes it in his beak but then flings it away. It hits a rock and goes clunk.

That night at dinner Dayo's busy doing politics again but afterwards he catches up with them on their way to the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey. You alright?"

"Yes, of course."

Ron nods.

"Okay, cool. Sorry about, er, disappearing all day, losing five points in our first week kinda stung and people are correctly concluding I actually like you Gryffindors, shocker, I know, and I need to make this work."

"It might have been better if you hadn't said anything to Professor Snape."

"Better for whom?"

"What do you mean?"

"Who'd have been better off if I hadn't said anything to Professor Snape? Not you. Not Neville. Not me. I'm not inclined to care if Snape was upset."

"...what do you expect would have happened?"

"I expect he would have bullied you for a while longer and then been satisfied with some more low-key bullying for the rest of class, and would think he could keep doing this with no ill consequences, and the Slytherins would feel very satisfied, and nothing would change. Not that I expect this in particular to change anything but I feel like Snape and I are going to have a long, intimate relationship, like a splinter and a toe, and I am a very insistent splinter."