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"Yes Enzo, and tell your brother to stop looking at me like I've just murdered someone."
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"Come on, that carriage's empty!" "I'm coming Viola!" "Y/n run! We're going to miss it!" "I just need a second to catch my breath." "Bloody hell, you're not in your seventies yet.." "It sure feels like I am though."
The two girls finally got on the carriage, the last one left. "Which kind of horse is this, Viola?" "What are you on about? There's no horse here. The carriages carry themselves every year." "But, I swear there's.."
"Hey! Please stop the carriage! Hey! Please!" Another brunette with shoulder length hair was running after the carriage, with a look of worry and tiredness.
Y/n, seeing the strange-looking horse, pulled at its reins, making it stop walking. "I'm sorry, I was- I was late. This is the last carriage." The stranger's glasses were steamed up by her frantic run and her breath was shaky. Like Y/n she must have felt in her seventies too.
"It's alright, come on up." Viola helped her up by the hand.
"Thanks, I'm Scarlett, by the way. Scarlett Jones." Said the girl fixing her round glasses. "I'm Viola, she's Y/n." "Enchanted to meet you, girls."
Scarlett started unraveling her chestnut locks from the golden chain she was wearing, an expression of focus on her slightly tan skinned face. Her eyes were a cognac type of brown, big and apparent, considering that the steam had started to vanish from her specs. Her lips weren't too plump yet not too thin and her nose was little and round.
"So.. you're a Gryffindor." Assumed Y/n looking at Scarlett's robe. "And you, Viola, are a Ravenclaw." "Well done, Sherlock. So you already know about houses?" "Actually, yes, I do. My aunt made me read -Hogwarts: a history- before coming to school." "Nerd."
"What was that, Scarlett?" Asked Y/n. "Oh, nothing. I said red. As in Gryffindor's colour." Smirked Scarlett. "Sure. But yes, I read that book, so I already know everything about Hogwarts."
Viola looked at Y/n: "You read that book, but I don't think you're going to become a Ravenclaw. You're not even gonna be a Hufflepuff for sure."
"Why not? She could be." Hypothesised Scarlett. "Just look at her. Not for breaking into stereotypes but she's not naive enough to be a Hufflepuff." "She's not even weird enough to be a Ravenclaw." Continued Scarlett. "Oh please, as if you Gryffindors were ordinary."
Viola and Scarlett continued bickering about their respective houses, until Y/n started getting annoyed at them:
"Would you please stop? You're giving me a headache, and I'm not even into the school grounds yet. And... Could you quit going on about those stereotypes? I don't believe any of them nevertheless"
