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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Comments

[theweasleysheir]

Jo is ignoring her whole table. The one great thing about there being many kids to sort is people stopped whispering in the surprised tone about how is that girl in our house.

She decides to pick up the knife on table, and play with it in her hand while waiting. If she just stares at it flipping back and forth, or even does, and stare at the table, the food will happen, shortly, right?