James' POV
I thought I'd heard the hat wrong, but no. It had just blurted out that my sister was destined to be a…Ravendor, was it? Did such a thing exist? I looked up at the staff table, and saw the Headmistress, Professor Sprout, looking down at me. Not my sister, me. She nodded her head, and I leapt up, ran to my sister, and led her to Professor Sprout. "I'm guessing you're both very confused." We nodded. "Ravendor was a house that had been created before your grandparents were even born." I cringed when she said grandparents. Half of them were dead. "As you've probably figured out, Ravendor is a combination of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. It was banished before your parents were born, but the hat seems to have forgotten." We just stared at her.