"Sansa! Do you want to go to Harrentown?" Jeyne was at the door, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she braided her hair with deft fingers.

"Sure, just let me keep my things." Sansa hurriedly kept her pens into her pencilcase, placing it along with her books on her bed. She packed her phone, her wallet and a handkerchief into a small sling bag, then turned to leave with Jeyne.

Jeyne Poole wasn't a Ravenclaw like Sansa - she was a Gryffindor - but since one answered a riddle to get into the Ravenclaw common room, Jeyne could (mostly) come in as she pleased. Sansa was glad she could. It meant that she could see her best friend more often.

Sansa wished they had called the names out in reverse alphabetical order or something. That way she would have talked to the Sorting Hat first, and she could ask it to put Jeyne in Ravenclaw. After all, Jeyne was smart enough to answer most of the riddles.

Jeyne didn't think it would work. "The hat didn't even consider Ravenclaw. It said I looked like I would be a Hufflepuff, but then it said I should be in Gryffindor. I told the hat that I wasn't like a Gryffindor at all, and that Hufflepuff fit me a lot better, but all it said was 'Jeyne Poole, you are stronger than you think' and put me in Gryffindor. I don't think it would have listened to you either."

The Ravenclaw common room was the solar of Kingspyre Tower. It was large and windy, and one flight of stairs below the dormitories. The many windows lit up the room the in day without need for any electrical lights, but there were lamps to illuminate it at night.

Harrenhal was big. No, big was an understatement. It was massive. Sansa reckoned it was three times bigger than her home, Winterfell. No noble family would ever be able to fully utilise it. Lady Shella Whent, who was a relative of Sansa's maternal grandmother, had indicated in her will, after the last of her children perished, that Harrenhal would be donated to the Ministry of Magic after her death. And that was how the Harrenhal School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had come about. Sansa had learnt how Harrenhal had passed through the hands of many noble families, and how every one of those families had met tragic ends. It was probably a good thing, now that it was not in possession by any noble family.

As fourth-years, Sansa and Jeyne were allowed to go out to Harrentown on weekends. Jeyne told Sansa that she needed to buy some more rainbow ink from Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. Jeyne always wrote her notes in rainbow ink. Sansa figured she used up rainbow ink faster than the black ink Jeyne used on her assignments. Sansa didn't have anything to buy, so she just looked around aimlessly and scrolled through the app list on her phone in boredom. She would have checked her Snapchat, but she wasn't keen on using her 3G.

After Jeyne was done, they went to Honeydukes to buy some Chocolate Wands. While walking back they passed by Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, where someone was peering through the windows with an amused grin on his face.

"Theon? What are you doing?"

"Jeyne! Sansa!" The seventh year gestured for them to come closer. Jeyne quickly headed for the window, while Sansa approached more cautiously. Inside Madam Puddifoot's was none other than Sansa's brother Robb, a prefect of Gryffindor house, on a date with his girlfriend, a Hufflepuff in the same year as him whose name was also Jeyne. Jeyne Westerling. Sansa thought that maybe the reason why her friend Jeyne was sorted into Gryffindor was so the school wouldn't have the troublesome confusion of having two Jeynes in the same house.

Sansa didn't know Robb's girlfriend very well. In Sansa's opinion her friend Jeyne looked prettier than the other Jeyne. Jeyne Westerling's eyes were brown, like Jeyne Poole's, but Robb's girlfriend had curly chestnut hair while her friend's hair was much darker, and straighter too. Sansa felt Arya's hair would have looked like Jeyne Poole's, if Arya bothered to take care of her hair. Oh Arya. Arya was so different from Sansa. Sansa could never understand her little sister.

"I sure don't know what's gotten into Robb Stark's mind," Sansa heard a familiar voice scoff. "He gave up so much just to follow that half-blood bitch like a little lost puppy."

Theon was actively fighting back the urge to give the younger boy a punch.

"Joffrey Baratheon! Don't you dare talk about Robb like that!" Jeyne chided, and suddenly Sansa felt that maybe she did belong in Gryffindor.

"Shut up, filthy mudblood! Nobody said it was your turn to speak!"

Sansa barely had time to react. Theon took out his wand and, non-verbally, flung Joffrey into the water and caused his face to swell.

"For Robb. And Jeyne." Theon stalked off, Jeyne running to catch up with him. Sansa just stared at the spluttering boy in the lake. She thought about how he had humiliated her in her earlier years.

With a wave of her wand warts appeared all over Joffrey's body.