Ravenclaw

I stare at my hands, the blue on my tie leaking out like lifeblood. It stops. I look up at a professor. "After your first Charms class, come and see me in my office, please." Professor Flitwick requests. I nod, clench my fists. Professor Flitwick... Strawberry, peach, dragonfruit and grape sorbet appears in front of me. My favourite, how did they know. The conspiracy theory voice in my head answers. ThEy KnoW EvERyThInG... Shuddering, I focus on the heavenly, pink and red ice cream. Fizzing in my mouth, a hint of watermelon here and there, sweet frostiness. The leftovers begin to disappear when we stand. Prefects shout at me to move along, follow them. I notice the redhead girl from the train dutifully following a prefect who looks a lot like her. Come to think of it, there are a lot of freckled redheads in Griffindor here. Oh. I know. They're Weasleys. Suddenly, there's a prefect shout from behind.