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JaySM on November 2, 2025, 3:36 am
“I found myself here,” said Dean bending down slightly to be heard over the din of the entrance hall. “I just zoned out and then here I was.”
The small group huddled together as they queued outside the chamber that led to the hall with the rest of the first years.
“The note on top of the book was rather strange.” Dean looked between Neville’s round face and Daphne’s thin one. “Do you think someone brought us here to make a difference?”
“We can assume it likely,” said Daphne as she impatiently rocked to the tips of her toes to peer over the students to gauge to distance. “Even if it’s not, let’s go ahead and make a difference.”
Dean and Neville caught each other’s eyes and nodded in agreeance.
“About that,” Daphne spoke slowly as if she was still pondering her next words, “what houses are you both aiming for? It’d go well if we are sorted together.”
Dean readily responded. “We should shoot for Ravenclaw. Flitwick is low maintenance, and no one would question us if we were to frequent the library for research.”
“It would be best not to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves,” Neville added helpfully. “I think Ravenclaw could be a good choice.”
“Or-” Dean’s gaze had a faraway look as if he was considering something. “-we could split up and collect information on the other houses. We can see what changes our existence has made and meet up at least once a week at the library to regroup.”
“Good point,” Daphne looked impressed. “Before bringing up the house question, I had wanted to go to Slytherin. Daphne is expected to go to Slytherin and it would draw attention if she goes to Ravenclaw. Same with you Neville,” Daphne’s blue eyes focused on Neville’s serious ones. “Original Neville was expected to be sorted into Gryffindor by his grandmother.”
Neville nodded in assent. “That’s true but we have to be careful. Once we start changing things, we won’t even recognize what’s supposed to happen. The story we knew would stop existing and after that, we’re just guessing.”
McGonagall ushered more students into the chamber, and their organized line began to look more clustered. They crowded the door as if they were going through a bottle neck. The great hall seemed to be having the same dilemma.
They didn’t have long to talk.
@sophiajay
“I found myself here,” said Dean bending down slightly to be heard over the din of the entrance hall. “I just zoned out and then here I was.”
The small group huddled together as they queued outside the chamber that led to the hall with the rest of the first years.
“The note on top of the book was rather strange.” Dean looked between Neville’s round face and Daphne’s thin one. “Do you think someone brought us here to make a difference?”
“We can assume it likely,” said Daphne as she impatiently rocked to the tips of her toes to peer over the students to gauge to distance. “Even if it’s not, let’s go ahead and make a difference.”
Dean and Neville caught each other’s eyes and nodded in agreeance.
“About that,” Daphne spoke slowly as if she was still pondering her next words, “what houses are you both aiming for? It’d go well if we are sorted together.”
Dean readily responded. “We should shoot for Ravenclaw. Flitwick is low maintenance, and no one would question us if we were to frequent the library for research.”
“It would be best not to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves,” Neville added helpfully. “I think Ravenclaw could be a good choice.”
“Or-” Dean’s gaze had a faraway look as if he was considering something. “-we could split up and collect information on the other houses. We can see what changes our existence has made and meet up at least once a week at the library to regroup.”
“Good point,” Daphne looked impressed. “Before bringing up the house question, I had wanted to go to Slytherin. Daphne is expected to go to Slytherin and it would draw attention if she goes to Ravenclaw. Same with you Neville,” Daphne’s blue eyes focused on Neville’s serious ones. “Original Neville was expected to be sorted into Gryffindor by his grandmother.”
Neville nodded in assent. “That’s true but we have to be careful. Once we start changing things, we won’t even recognize what’s supposed to happen. The story we knew would stop existing and after that, we’re just guessing.”
McGonagall ushered more students into the chamber, and their organized line began to look more clustered. They crowded the door as if they were going through a bottle neck. The great hall seemed to be having the same dilemma.
They didn’t have long to talk.
@sophiajay
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