FLASHBACK.

[trickswithsticks]

"GRYFFINDOR" screams the Hat.

Leah tears it off her head and chucks it directly at the teacher as she jumps down to the floor and strides off to the appropriate, table. The noise is already getting on her nerves and her scowl that's just her neutral expression stays put, not caring for the loud cheers or the people leaning to get a better look at the tiny girl in the too-big robes. She has eyes only for the food.

There's only one space left that's big enough for a person, so that's where she ends up.

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[theweasleysheir]

"It is pretty cool, isn't it?" That was the sudden voice from across the table. A little girl with picture perfect black ringlets.

"We learned to float feathers last year," Another boy piped up, not too far from them. Maybe a year older.

Jo is listening, but she isn't so much commenting. She's trying to remember if she actually knows the answer to the question.

[trickswithsticks]

"Yeahbut," Leah insists, the words coming out as one, "How does it work?"

The people around them, mostly younger years give her confused looks. Then the boy who piped up smiles patronisingly. "Magic.

"You'll learn how to do it in class, don't worry."

Leah wrinkles her nose at him, as if he just said the stupidest thing in the world.