A/N: thank to everyone who's been reading! Thank you to everyone who helped out with the housing and I want to give a huge thank you to tabooo22 my best friend for helping me as well. I really love everyone's feedback!
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I thought about putting Edward, Alice, and Bella in Slytherin but then Bella would have been separate from Harry and it would be pretty complicated. Also how would Bella and Jacob become friends? Alice doesn't exactly fit the character for a Slytherin and I know that Edward starts off cold but we all know he isn't so bad on the inside. The only person I could really see going into Slytherin was Rosalie but she's already a Gryffindor just because I couldn't see Emmett have a relationship with a Slytherin.
The Sorting Hat
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Bella's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
"Firs' years, this is Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Bella could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right – the rest of the school must already be here – but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They all crowded in, standing very close together. Far too close as Bella was concerned.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be like your family. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking and you will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Bella tugged and pulled on her robes trying to make them perfect while Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. Harry swallowed.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Bella asked to no one in particular.
"Some sort of test, I think." Ron responded. "Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."
Harry's heart gave a horrible jolt and Bella looked like she might be sick. A test? In front of the whole school? But they didn't know any magic yet. Bella didn't know any of these people! She didn't want to make a fool out of herself! What on earth would they have to do?
They hadn't expected something like this the moment they arrived. He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified, too. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. Bella and Harry tried hard not to listen to her. They'd never been more nervous. Bella kept her eyes fixed on the door and held on tightly to her brother's hand. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead them to their doom.
Then something happened that made Bella jump about a foot in the air – several people behind them screamed.
"What the –?"
Bella nearly fainted. Harry gasped. So did the people around them. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "We ought to give him a second chance –"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Feeling oddly as though her legs had turned to jelly, Bella got into line behind hind Harry –who's hand she was still griping– with Ron right in front of them and Alice behind Bella. They walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Bella and Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. Hundreds of faces stared at them. The ghosts were all around the great hall. Bella looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She squeezed Harry's hand tighter to get his attention,
"Ow!" he complained.
"Look up!" Bella told him and when he did, he was mesmerized. They heard Hermione whisper, "Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the sky.
The Potters quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. It looked like it should have been thrown out ages ago.
Everyone in the hall was staring at the hat. Bella and Harry stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth – and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Alice whispered to Bella. "I'm gonna kill Emmett; he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Bella smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but she did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking a lot of her; Bella didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for her.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause –
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Black, Jacob!" Bella knew that name! Why did she know that name?
A boy with tan skin and jet black hair walked up to sit on the stool. You could see that even at eleven he was quite muscular. He had beautiful brown eyes and a knowing sort of look as he sat on that stool. The hat didn't take very long deciding his fate.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted and the boy happily walked towards his new table.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the second new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Ron's twin brothers were catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Bella's imagination, after all she'd heard about Slytherin, but she thought they looked like rather unpleasant people. Bella was starting to feel definitely sick now.
"Cullen, Alice!" Alice skipped up towards the stool and had a huge smile on her face as the hat called out:
"GRYFFINDOR!" she skipped over to the table and took a seat right next to someone that must have been Emmett.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Sometimes the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus,"
The boy sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned and Alice gave a welcoming smile.
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. The hat finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR,"
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"
Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.
"Mason, Edward!" Edward walked up to the stool and put the hat on his head. He was so calm. The hat seemed to be considering an awful lot. It sat there for a few minutes. Then the hat yelled loudly:
"GRYFFINDOR!" The table cheered loudly for him and he took a seat across from Emmett.
There weren't many people left now. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last – "Potter, Bella!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Bella Potter?"
"Do you think Harry's here too?"
The last thing Bella saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him and Harry looking at her with a frightened expression. Next second she was looking at the black inside of the hat. She waited.
Hmm," said a small voice in her ear. "Difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, A my goodness, oh yes... So where shall I put you?"
Bella gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, please not Slytherin.
"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You would do well, you know, it's all here. Maybe Ravenclaw? Definitely not Hufflepuff. I guess it should be – GRYFFINDOR!"
Bella heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. She took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table taken a seat on the other side of Alice. Percy the Prefect got up and shook her hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got a Potter! We got a Potter!"
Bella was so overwhelmed by everything and everyone around her that she barley noticed when Harry sat down opposite Bella and smiled. Now All of Gryffindor was in an uproar applauding and screaming that they had the Potters!
They could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest them sat Hagrid, who caught their eyes and gave them the thumbs up. Bella and Harry grinned back. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Bella spotted Professor Quirtell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron.
And now there were only three people left to be sorted. "Thomas, Dean," a Black boy even taller than Ron, joined Harry at the Gryffindor table. "Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now. Harry crossed his fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him.
"Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy Weasley Pompously across Harry as "Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Bella looked down at his empty gold plate. She had just realized how hungry she was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. Bella and Emmett seemed to think it was okay.
"Is he – a bit mad?" Harry asked Percy uncertainly.
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
The Potters mouth fell open. The dishes in front of them were now piled with food. They had never seen so many things they liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs. The Dursleys had never exactly starved them, but they'd never been allowed to eat as much as they liked. The piled their plates high with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delicious.
"That does look good," said the ghost in the ruff sadly, watching Harry cut up his steak,
"Can't you –?" Bella started to ask him.
"I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."
"I know who you are!" said Alice suddenly. "My brother told me about you – you're Nearly Headless Nick!"
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy –" the ghost began stiffly, but
Ron interrupted.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?"
Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted.
"Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So – new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable – he's the Slytherin ghost."
Bella looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He was right next to Malfoy who, the twins were both pleased to see, didn't look too pleased with the seating arrangements.
"How did he get covered in blood?" asked Seamus with great interest.
"I've never asked," said Nearly Headless Nick delicately.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding - "
As the twins helped themselves to treacle tarts, the talk turned to their families.
"I'm half-and-half," said Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out."
The others laughed.
"What about you, Neville?" said Ron.
"Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch," said Neville, "but the family thought I was all- Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me – he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned – but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced – all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here – they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad."
On Harry's other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione were talking about lessons ("I do hope they start right away, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something else, of course, it's supposed to be very difficult-"; "You'll be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing – ").
Harry, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.
It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Bella's eyes – and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Bella's arm. The strange teacher then looked Harry in the eye. He grabbed his head in pain.
"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head. Bella was holding her wrist in pain.
"What is it?" asked Percy.
"N-nothing." Bella told him. Then she mouthed to Harry Did you feel that? He gave her a small head nod in response. The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling they had gotten from the teacher's look – a feeling that he didn't like them at all.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Bella asked Emmett.
"Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to – everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."
The twins watched Snape for a while, but Snape didn't look at them again.
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahern – just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all students. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death."
Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did. Bella looked at him like he was insane for laughing at something so serious.
"He's not serious?" Harry muttered to Percy.
"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere – the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Harry was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed. But Bella sure wasn't! She and Alice were buzzing with excitement as Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. Ron seemed to notice the girls' strange energy as well.
"Are your sisters always like this?" he asked in a half bored half exhausted tone.
"Yes." Harry and Edward replied at the same time.
They climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet– with the exception of the two young witches of course. Harry was just wondering how much farther they had to go when they came to a sudden halt.
A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him.
"Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice, "Peeves – show yourself"
A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered.
"Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?"
There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.
"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"
He swooped suddenly at them. They all ducked.
"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barked Percy.
Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville's head. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he passed.
"You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are."
At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it – Neville needed a leg up – and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.
Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of a spiral staircase – they were obviously in one of the towers – they found their beds at last: seven four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed.
"Great food, isn't it?" Ron muttered to Harry through the hangings. "Get off, Scabbers! He's chewing my sheets."
Harry was going to ask Ron if he'd had any of the treacle tart, but he fell asleep almost at once.
Bella, Alice, and Hermione all headed up the stairs talking about little things like the feast and what classes they all thought would be the most interesting.
"Personally, I can't wait until third year!" Alice exclaimed.
"What happens in third year?" Bella asked curiously.
"We get to take electives." Hermione told her. "I'm taking all of them but the most interesting one is probably the Ancient Ruins class."
"No way!" Alice told her new friend. "The best one is divination! I'm quite good at predicting the future. Sometimes I think I have visions."
"That's really cool!" Bella stated enthusiastically. "Predict something!"
Alice concentrated and then her whole face went blank. "Tomorrow, you and Harry will have an incident in potions class. You will find out about something terrible that happened at Gringotts in the Dailey Prophet. You will also meet some new and befriend him."
"That's so cool!" Bella freaked out. "What does my new friend look like?"
"That's the problem." Alice told her. "Edward's been asking me to predict things about the year for him a lot lately and I keep running into blind spots. I saw you introduce yourself in a classroom and smiling. Then I saw us sitting in the great hall and Edward giving us a look. Emmett was talking with him too."
"This is ridiculous!" Hermione told them. "You can't predict the future!"
"You're going to be called out in potions tomorrow, Mione."
"For what?"
"Being a know it all."
"I'm going to bed before you two start trying to kill each other. Goodnight." Bella told them. She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Perhaps Bella had eaten a bit too much, because she had a very strange dream. She and Harry were wearing Professor Quirrell's turban, which kept talking to them, telling them they must transfer to Slytherin at once, because it was their destiny. Bella told the turban she didn't want to be in Slytherin; it got heavier and heavier; she tried to pull it off but it tightened painfully – and there was Malfoy, laughing at them as they struggled with it -then Malfoy turned into the hook-nosed teacher, Snape, whose laugh became high and cold – there was a burst of green light and Bella woke, sweating and shaking.
She rolled over and fell asleep again, and when she woke next day, he didn't remember the dream at all.
A/N: I know it was pretty short compared to the last chapter but there just wasn't as much to cover. Next chapter is the start of classes and we meet Jacob. I've also thought about the wolves. I don't think I'm bringing all of them. It'll probably just be Jacob, Seth, and Leah.
