let the game begin || teddy lupin

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"I SUPPOSE it'd better be... Ravenclaw!" the sorting hat shouted the last word, much to my excitement.

I took off the hat and slid off the stool, watching as the blue-and-bronze clad table erupted into cheers and applause. I could see a few of the Hufflepuffs clapping politely, too, as I passed to join my new house.

As the sorting continued, a boy with a prefect badge pinned to his robes leaned over with a smile and a wave, "Welcome to Ravenclaw, I'm sure you'll love it. The common room has tons of bookshelves lining the walls and each dorm has some, too, it's like we run our own library."

"Really?" a short girl asked next to me, pulling at her long strands of hair.

"Yes, we have all types of stories," his smile widened, "A lot of them are even copies left behind from alumni, marked up and well-loved."

She looked blissfully happen as she served herself some food and asked, "Which ones?"

He paused, thinking for a moment as if he hadn't expected enthusiasm back, and replied, "There's a book filled with old legends from various cultures that has to have been here for fifty or more years. There's a lot of doodles and notes in the margins and some of them are kids messing around but others are quite helpful, like additional details for the story. The cover started falling off, though, so Daniela removed it until Madam Pince could fix it."

"Who's Daniela?" I asked, curious.

"Another prefect, she's a year older than I am. She's over there right now."

I followed his gesture and saw a tall, willowy girl with long brown hair chatting away with a small bunch of people. They were all different ages and seemed highly at ease with each other, far too at ease to be mere strangers talking out of boredom. I counted each of them and found that there were seven.

Ravenclaw's quidditch team.

My eyes flicked over to the Hufflepuff table next to ours out of curiosity and I noticed a boy with blue hair. Our eyes met and we both quickly looked away, feeling awkward. I chanced a quick glance back and found that he was heavily invested in his baked potato, poking at it with much more interest than what was required.

I quickly forgot about him as the prefect started to talk about other stories about the Ravenclaws, from victories in quidditch to conversations in the common room. It didn't pass my mind that the boy would be important.

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