Lily Luna Potter

"Potter, Lily Luna!"

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

Lily Luna Potter. I'm eleven years old.

Yes, I can tell..no, I'm just thinking..that you're very, very unlike anyone else in your family.

How? What? Where? WHY?

Your mother Ginny Weasley?

You mean Ginny Potter.

No, I mean Weasley. You're, technically, a Weasley. And I have never met anyone less Weasley-ish in my life, in truth.

WHAT?

Y – e – s.Most Weasleys are unmistakably loyal, willing to give their lives for a friend. Now, not to say you're not a very good friend, probably, but when given a situation, you'd probably save your own neck above your friend's.

W-wouldn't anyone?

Nope. And you're not very Gryffindorish at all, either. You're not brave, or daring, at all. And you would prefer to save your life above others. Nor are you very smart..so you're not a Ravenclaw, either. However, you are cunning and clever, and you would like power. Not to say you are necessarily bad, because it's not at all bad to want to be a bit powerful. And you are the clever kind of girl who knows how to control herself. So yes, I think you could be..a Slytherin.

NO!

I normally do take your choice into account, but you see, there is not a single shard of Gryffindor-ness in your blood. I'm sorry, you are a Slytherin through and through. A good Slytherin, yes. But a Slytherin.

..You're going to put me in Slytherin..

I'm afraid so.

NO!

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

NO!

YES!

..Yes?

Yes.

"SLYTHERIN!"

OOO! Faked you out there!

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