Disclaimer: My ideas are my own, everything else belongs to their respective owners.

Author's Note: Written for the "So You Think You Know Your Character" Competition. There are so many people in the Harry Potter universe we know almost nothing about. This gives us such freedom as writers, which is something I'd like to use in this collection. If you decide to read these drabbles, I hope you enjoy the glimpse into the life of a person very much unknown, but important none the less. I thank MuggleJane for her contribution as a Beta, my stories improve so much because of you.

Choices

1997, August 4th

The Daily Prophet

MUGGLE-BORN REGISTER

The copy of the Daily Prophet landed in the wastebasket next to his desk. He had read the article numerous times, but still, the words refused to change. He knew what this would mean for Muggle-borns, what it would mean for him.

He returned to the items still spread out on his bed. Most of his belongings would be left behind; they would only weigh him down during the journey. As he selected each item, debating its usefulness, Kevin Entwhistle's thoughts were not focused on his own fate, but rather the hopelessness he felt for a world he had been a part of the past six years.

Soon though, that world would be lost to him. He could not stay in Britain, and he could definitely not return to Hogwarts. Thus he had to flee; it was the logical conclusion, and logic was something a Ravenclaw prided themselves on having.

His heart ached as he thought about the Hogwarts House he'd found his place in. He'd found knowledge there, friends who accepted and respected one another's magical capabilities, and most of all, he'd found a second home there.

Kevin had always contemplated how the world would have been different, had it not been ruled by rash Gryffindors or cunning Slytherins, but unfortunately, Ravenclaws seemed to be unable to handle leadership roles. Instead, they were found in the background, doing all the real work. Now look what had become of a world where the most respected man was a Gryffindor and the most feared a Slytherin, complete chaos.

He shook his head, clearing away the thoughts that would not provide him any assistance. Most of his possessions had now been packed. His eyes traveled across the expanse of his room one last time. Yes, fleeing Britain would be his only salvation. Although many would choose to stay and fight, Kevin would not be one of them. He knew what the chances of survival were at the moment, he'd calculated every possibility, but each one had ended in death, except the one where he fled. Thus he had made his choice.

It was the logical thing to do. After all, he was a Ravenclaw through and through.