Gardenia was feeling very anxious.
Her eleventh birthday had been a week before, and she still had not received her Hogwarts letter. No one seemed particularly worried about it, both her parents didn't even bring it up, which was expected, considering they had zero doubts about their child's magic abilities, but that only made Gardenia feel even more nervous.
The truth was, she had never done accidental magic. Such bursts of magic were due to emotions not being controlled, which was very common with children, but since she had the mind of a somewhat grown person, that meant she was very much in control. Sure, she was still capable of feeling like an absolute mess, but whatever it was that made someone prone to accidental magic, she lacked.
Or maybe she was a Squib. At this point, she was inclined to believe that over just being an emotionally aware person. But to her parents, she had been doing magic every time she had a vision since they had no clue that was a hoax. So even if she went to them and expressed her concerns, they would not make sense in their eyes.
So she settled for quietly panicking and praying to whatever entity reincarnated her that she would have magic, otherwise, it would be hard to explain how on earth she could predict the future, not to mention, being a muggle when you knew magic to be real would be very disappointing.
Gardenia was sitting outside of the Burrow, on her knees over a bed of flowers where Molly had requested she plant a few new buds since she had what the woman liked to call a green thumb. Molly had tried to give the task to her children, but she found that every single one of them ended up killing the plants, old and new. Gardenia didn't mind the task, she was glad to be of help and she was always happy to spend her time gardening. It seemed she had been aptly named, having flowers for her first and middle names. At times she wanted to be rubbish at gardening just so she wouldn't let destiny have that little laugh, but she adored the activity too much to truly be resentful of the quip.
She was also glad to be alone, recently she wasn't in the mood to socialize, the excited chatter about Hogwarts being grating when one was tortured with the possibility of not having magic.
"What has gotten you looking so down?" The inquiry came from George, who sat beside his friend.
"Nothing, I'm just concentrating so the flowers don't die."
George laughed. "You could plant those flowers with your eyes closed. And you usually do it with a smile, not a frown," she could feel his gaze, even though her eyes were still on the flowers in front of her. "What's wrong?"
Gardenia was very good at lying, she had to be, but when faced with a concerned friend she had a hard time doing so.
"I haven't gotten my letter yet," she admitted, in a low voice.
A few moments passed before he spoke again. "So what?"
Surprised, Gardenia finally looked at George, who was sitting cross-legged with his elbows on top of his knees, head tilted to rest upon one if his hands. "So what? It means I might not be magical!"
Neither George nor Fred were aware of her supposedly prophetic dreams, as it was, they were still children, and no one had seen any reason to share that with them, Gardenia included. "Why would you think that? It took Charlie a whole month after his birthday before his letter arrived, Hogwarts has some lame owls like Errol."
Gardenia sighed, frustrated. "But Charlie had done plenty of accidental magic, hadn't he?"
George was quiet for a minute after that. "I think that is just because you're very grown-up Nia, you're the one that always thinks things through, so you don't really burst magic, because you control it."
That had crossed her mind, in different terms then what George had just proposed was the reason, but in the end, the same thing. The problem was, Gardenia did not want to get her hopes up. She was a muggle before, who is to say she is not one again? That tiny little though had always been in the back of her mind, but the slight delay and lack of accidental magic had made the doubt grown until she couldn't ignore it anymore. "But what if I'm a Squib?"
"You're still going to be you, and I promise to send you weekly letters about everything me and Fred do, so you can scold us all you want."
The answer to her prayers came finally on a Tuesday in the form of a barn owl carrying a letter, and her smile couldn't have been bigger as she took the mail in her hands and gave some treats to the owl. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and suddenly, her excitement was not only because she was really an actual witch, but because she'd be going to Hogwarts. George had smiled as if telling her ´I told you so´ the moment he heard, and she didn't even have it in her to get annoyed at his smugness.
Gardenia was too excited about all that awaited her.
Her mother took her to buy her supplies for the upcoming year of studies the next day, not caring in the least that it was January, and September was more than half a year away. Gardenia simply looked too happy about the prospect of a trip that would involve buying school books for Lucy to deny her, especially if it meant her child would read them before even having classes. During the years, Gardenia became better and better at playing on her mother's weaknesses concerning anything related to learning, and she was not apologetic in the least about it.
The only thing that Lucy made her promise was that Gardenia would not use her wand at home unless either she or her father gave explicit permission and were supervising her. You would think that having a Ministry employee in the household would make for following the rules imposed by them, but the reality was, her father would probably give her free reign of using magic in the house, once that the ministry didn't really have the capability to detect who exactly was the person to perform a spell, only the location, and someone with magical parents would not be caught.
Leaving her own shop in the care of one of her employees, Lucy took a very excited Gardenia to buy everything she would need, books, robes, cauldron, and Potions supplies, leaving the best for last. Ollivander's shop was not very eye-catching from outside, but just seeing the sign was enough to have her practically jumping in elation.
The little bell on the door rang as they entered the store, and no later than they got in front of the counter did a man appear, his face wrinkled and hair faded to gray, but eyes still shinning bright and a small smile present of his features as if it never left his face.
"Miss Tonks, Pearwood, dragon heartstring core, 11 inches, rigid, if I recall correctly?"
Her mother smiled, nodding. "Yes, although I'm now Mrs. Fawley."
"Oh the Fawley family, how many wands have we supplied them over the centuries." The man reminisced. "So this must be young Miss Fawley, here for her first wand." Gardenia nodded, biting her lip in nervousness. Ollivander was quite the character, no description could quite translate the odd feeling she was getting like he knew so much more than what he should. "Which is your wand arm?"
She held up her right hand, and measuring tapes were levitated to measure her arm and forearm, which she couldn't really see the point of, but who was she to question it. It didn't take long, and she soon was handed her first wand to try. It was Rowan wood, dragon heartstring core, 11 inches, and slightly flexible. She held it in her hands, and after an incentive from Ollivander, waved it in a circle. No sooner than she did that, the empty case of the wand flew towards a wall, and she gave Ollivander back the wand with a sheepish smile.
"It is rare to match a wand on the first try, no need to worry. Let's try this one. Ashwood, unicorn hair core, 10 inches, rigid."
Nothing happened with that one, and neither with the next six she tried out. She was frowning at this point, becoming frustrated with the lack of success. She felt a weight on her shoulder, the warm feeling of her mother's hand making her turn to face the fair-haired woman who held a compassionate smile in her face. "It took your father no less than 13 tries before he found his wand."
"Oh yes, I remember that Fawley boy, I was quite at a loss after a particular Alderwood wand didn't work, but now that you remind me of that, I think I have the perfect one for you." He went to the back of the shop, coming back after a few minutes holding a royal blue colored box. "Hazelwood, phoenix feather core, 12 ¾ inches, and reasonably supple flexibility."
The wand was a light brown, the handle being intricacy carved with vines and leaves, and as soon as Gardenia held it, she could felt a tingling sensation from her fingertips to her toes. Just as she waved it a slight breeze ran through the shop, and when looking at Ollivander, he had a pleased expression on his features.
"Hazelwood wands are partial to witches and wizards who are very in tune with their emotions, being affected by moods and general state of mind of their holder. However, I find that they are capable of quite outstanding magic in the hands of the skillful, which more than makes for such minor discomforts." Gardenia analyzed the object in her hands, she had only ever dreamed of holding such a thing herself, and now not only was that happening, but it was hers. "This particular one has been gathering dust for some time now, my great-grandfather was the one to make it, but now it seems to have finally found its master."
After paying 7 galleons for the wand, they left the store, Gardenia still holding onto it, almost afraid she would misplace it if she lost sight of it.
"We have one more stop before going back." Her mother informed her, a sly smile on her face.
Furrowing her brows, Gardenia went through the list of items and couldn't think of anything missing. When they kept walking and she saw in the distance the animal shop, her eyes widened and she looked at her mother. "I thought you said we already had a family owl, and I didn't need one for myself."
"Yes, but I never said anything about other pets, did I?"
Containing her excitement as to not squeal in delight, Gardenia all but dragged her mother the rest of the way to the shop. The Magical Menagerie was a small shop, filled with cages, each of them with a different animal inside. It wasn't the best smelling place she had ever been in, reminding her of the smell of a barn, and she was slightly indignant with the fact all these animals were caged in what didn't look like very comfortable spaces. She approached one of the sections which seemed to house the nifflers, and after taking a closer look inside, it seemed that the cage had one of those Tardis bigger on the inside charm, which she supposed was an improvement from what she initially thought.
"Remember that Hogwarts only allows owls, cats, or toads, so you're limited in what animal you can acquire." Nodding, Gardenia started to peruse the store, walking only through the cat section, for she knew herself and didn't want to become enamored with something she wouldn't be able to have.
She caught sight of a black cat, most of them were either sleeping or completely ignoring anyone who came near, but this one was staring straight at Gardenia as if beckoning her to approach. Getting closer, it tilted its head, yellow eyes looking into hazel, and at that moment, Gardenia fell in love. Cooing and reaching her hand inside the cage to pet the cat, it melted into her hand, purring. "How would you like to come home with me?"
A meow sealed the deal, and Gardenia left the shop with a bag filled with cat things and a black kitten in her arms, who she named Hecate.
"Remember to keep out of trouble, and pay attention to all your classes." Her mother said for what seemed to be the hundredth time, hugging Gardenia tightly. Lucy was proving to be more of a clingy parent than Jacob, which she hadn't expected, given how much more emotional her father was when compared to her mother.
"I'll be fine, you don't have to worry about me."
"I'm your mother, it's my job to worry about you."
After one more hug, Gardenia grabbed her trunk, which mercifully had a charm cast on it to make it as light as a feather, and waved goodbye.
Joining the twins, they had found a compartment almost immediately, the two Weasleys having heard multiple times that getting an empty one was essential if they wanted to enjoy their trip, for whoever got there first held a sort of unsaid authority by the rule of first come first serve, and you didn't want to get stuck in a compartment with someone annoying.
Gardenia didn't mind that logic, because it gave her the peace to close her eyes and rest, since she had an unfortunate case of motion sickness, and so far, no spell or potion had managed to help her with it. Fred and George were aware of this, and after threatening to aim vomit on them if they didn't leave her alone for the majority of the trip, they were content to leave her to her own devices.
She found that closing her eyes and trying her best not to move was the best course of action, and soon she was dozing off with her head resting upon the window.
It felt as if no time passed at all, but soon she was awake and in dire need of going to the loo. She was dreading it because there was a high chance she would regurgitate her breakfast at some point, she only hoped it would be while she was in a short distance of the toilet.
She managed relatively fine until actually getting to the restrooms, where things took a turn for the worse. Just as she was about to go and dry her hands, she felt the gathering of saliva in her mouth and knew precisely what was about to happen. Turning quickly toward the stalls, she bumped into a figure, and the two of them lost their balance, falling to the ground. The other girl's apologies were interrupted by Gardenia emptying her stomach's contents on the girl's shoes.
"Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry. I have terrible motion sickness, I was dreading something like this from the moment I got onto the train." The girl was doing her best to keep both her feet away from herself and looked at Gardenia sympathetically.
Fortunately, she was not berated. "It's alright, I have it too, but on brooms, so imagine vomiting from twenty feet high and practically showering someone in it."
Gardenia couldn't help but laugh, getting up and helping the girl. She quickly reached for her wand that was tucked into one of her boots, like she had seen on that TV show she watched in her life before, and she had to admit, it was practical and cheaper than a wand holster. Searching her mind for the damned spell she'd seen her mother do so many times before and that she herself had practiced in her room, spilling juice on her rug just to clean it and spill it again.
"Tersus." Instead of the puke disappearing as it should have the charm had been done perfectly, it only left the shoes and went instead to the floor, causing Gardenia to groan frustratedly. "I don't have it quite under control yet, but at least your shoes are clean."
The girl's blue eyes were wide, and she was looking at Gardenia with amazement. "That was the cleaning spell, right? I've seen it done plenty, especially after my brother decides to play Quidditch when it's raining and then spreads mud all over the floor after, but I've never tried it before."
Smiling sheepishly, Gardenia nodded. "I wanted to try and practice a few spells before term started, especially useful ones, but it's not as easy as it seems." Realizing no introductions had been made, Gardenia quickly did so, extending her hand for a greeting. "And I'm sorry again, I feel really bad about that."
"Warrington. Celeste Warrington." She took Gardenia's hand, giving it a firm shake. "Really, it's alright. We should probably find a prefect though, to use a vanishing charm on the mess on the floor, before someone slips on it."
Nodding in agreement, the two of them went in search of a badge-wearing older student, making small talk on the way. Thankfully Gardenia was feeling better, a side effect of emptying her stomach. She hoped that feeling would last long enough for her to at least get back to her compartment and change into her robes.
They were successful, finding a Ravenclaw prefect that was also a girl, and was sympathetic to Gardenia'a plight, even giving her a mint. She started to make her way back to her compartment, Celeste in tow.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" The brunette asked, fiddling with her sleeves.
"I'm not sure, I'm actually curious as to what it'll be." Gardenia was hoping for Gryffindor, if only for her life to be easier, but she knew she had traits of other houses that could mean the Sorting Hat decided on another. It took her opinion into consideration, of course, but she didn't want to beg to be put somewhere she didn't fit. "How about you?"
"Oh, Slytherin is part of the family tradition, so probably there."
"Is that what you want, though?" The way Celeste spoke was as if she was expected to be sorted there but wasn't particularly keen on the idea.
"I want to make my parents proud, and it seems like a nice house."
"I'm sure you'll do great no matter where you're sorted."
Celeste smiled, and soon they reached Gardenia's compartment. She invited Celeste to come in and stay for the rest of the trip, but the girl needed to go back to her own compartment to change into her robes, and also mentioned her brother would probably get worried if she didn't come back. Exchanging farewells, they both went their own ways, hoping to meet again during the term.
After they arrived, Hagrid herded all the first years toward the boats, and Gardenia, who was already small by normal standards, was completely awed at seeing just how tall the half-giant was, the movies didn't do him justice, considering they had to use an actual actor and probably didn't want to use special effects on something so minor. He was almost twice the size of a grown man and just as wide, creating an intimidation image to a bunch old eleven-year-olds, and if Gardenia didn't know he was actually a teddy bear with a heart of gold, she might've been a little taken aback as well.
They were instructed to separate into groups of four, Gardenia, George, and Fred got into a boat together with another boy, who looked very scared of Hagrid and even more frightened at the prospect of the boat trip. Both the twins realized this, and as soon as they left shore, the two started to playfully rock the boat, each time pretending to almost fall over.
"I heard from Charlie that there is a giant squid in the lake, and it rescues students that fall into it," Fred mentioned, smiling mischievously. The poor boy looked positively spooked at that, his face going paperwhite.
"Do you think that's true?" George asked.
"Don't know, how about we test it?"
"You're going to give this kid a heart attack, and if you don't stop you'll be finding out if there is a squid, but by yourselves." Gardenia admonished.
The boy looked even more scared if that was possible, and Gardenia tried giving him a kind smile. "Look what you've done now Nia, you scared the guy." Fred joked but stopped trying to turn the boat over and effectively give them all a freezing cold bath.
The castle was now clearly visible at the end of the lake, and of all of the things that Gardenia had seen in her life so far, the other one included, it definitely made the list of top impressive things. The architecture was simply beautiful, and the sheer size was incredible. It almost felt like standing at the bottom of a mountain and looking up, and Gardenia couldn't have been more amazed.
After docking, they were guided up to wooden double doors, were Hagrid knocked three times, and they opened to reveal a witch in a pointy hat and with an austere look in her face. She was tall, her hair was gathered up in a neat bun, and Gardenia knew her to be Minerva McGonagall, for it was impossible for her to be anyone else. She led the group of young students through the castle until reaching a large foyer, where a door in the right was located with noises coming from it. Bringing everyone into a side room, she waited until most people's attention was directed towards her before speaking, Gardenia having to elbow both Fred and George in the stomach to make them stop talking.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. My name is Professor McGonagall, and I'll be leading you shortly into the Great Hall for the start of term banquet. Before the feast, you'll all be sorted into a House. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be a kind of family at Hogwarts. You will attend classes with the rest of the students in your House, sleep in the dormitory of the House, and spend your free time in the common room." Some students seemed nervous at the prospect of a ceremony, the gingers on either side of her unaffected because they had pestered Percy into telling them how it worked.
McGonagall went on to describe the four houses, telling them she would be back soon to bring them into the Great Hall. Murmurings began while they waited, speculations about what the manner of sorting was, as well as guessing where they would be put into. At the very back of the room, a girl shrieked, bringing everyone's attention to ghosts that were now floating around. A few of them started talking about themselves to any who were listening, some of the first years were fascinated while others were terrified, being a nice mix of reactions. One of the ghosts started to talk about Hufflepuff, who she presumed was Fat Friar, when his gaze stopped on her and he froze, or at least, that was what seemed to happen, it was difficult to tell when the person was a bit translucent.
He was probably about to exclaim something that would bring very unwanted attention toward Gardenia, but McGonagall came back, dispelling the gathering of phantoms. Gardenia sighed in relief, happy to avoid any and all interactions with the undead residents of the castle, just in case they knew more than they should, which going by what had just transpired, they might. Avoiding ghosts couldn't be that hard, hopefully, she can manage that for seven years.
Leading them into the Great Hall, Gardenia's thoughts were directed toward the scenery around her, four long tables that the rest of the school's student body was currently occupying, along with the long table at the end where staff sat. It was a little uncomfortable to have that many eyes on them, but not being alone helped the feeling of nervousness.
After reaching the end, the hat sitting upon a stool seemed to gain life and burst into song.
"I've done this job for centuries
On every student's head I've sat
Of thoughts I take inventories
For I'm the famous Sorting Hat.
I've sorted high, I've sorted low,
I've done the job through thick and thin
So put me on and you will know
Which house you should be in...
Are you afraid of what you'll hear?
Afraid I'll speak the name you fear?
Not Slytherin! Not Gryffindor!
Not Hufflepuff! Not Ravenclaw!
Don't worry, child, I know my job,
You'll learn to laugh, if first you sob."
Applause ran thought the hall, and Gardenia was impressed, if the Sorting Hat had a song for each year, how did he ever manage to come up with so many? She guessed he recycled verses now and then because a thousand years was a long time, and she was not even sure there were enough words to be able to do that.
Professor McGonagall, now that the hat finished his show, unrolled a scroll and started calling out the students in alphabetical order. Having a surname that began with a letter in the first half of the alphabet, it did not take too much time before she herself was called.
"Fawley, Gardenia."
She sat on the bench and McGonagall put the hat on her head, it being too big for her, making the brim cover her eyes and keeping her from seeing the hall and all the eyes looking at her.
Oh, how curious. I don't think I ever sorted someone like you before.
Hearing a voice in her head was not exactly pleasant, it made her feel a bit exposed, not to mention that hearing voices was usually one of the things that managed to send someone to an insane asylum.
Yes, definitely not usual. You have a sharp mind, very intelligent when compared to your peers. Ravenclaw will do, perhaps?
Oh, that wouldn't work. The password for that house's common room was riddles, and she was quite bad at them. Gardenia did not want to spend hours outside her common room for an inability to solve puzzles.
I suppose that would be a pity. Slytherin might work well, you possess quite a sly mind, but your ambitions are not that great when it comes to yourself, they seem to be more in favor of helping others.
She guessed that could be true, Slytherin did sound fun, but it would not work well for her, considering the people she was close too were mostly in other houses. In fact, one house in particular.
Oh no, Gryffindor would not suit you at all.
Her eyebrows raised, and she felt quite offended. Was this hat actually insulting her by implying she was a coward?
Not at all my dear, I'm simply saying that the traits of that particular house are not the most prevalent within you, you do have bravery, but one of a different sort. You are more likely to stand in the sidelines and plan your victory than march to the frontlines without much thought and try to achieve it any way you can.
She was still miffed about the pseudo insult, but she could see what the hat meant. That wasn't great, she truly wanted to be in the same house as the twins, and eventually Harry, so she could keep an eye on him more easily.
Ah yes, we've reached the point I was searching for. You possess quite a bit of loyalty, and a very good heart, your ambitions tie into your desire to protect and help, so I believe that one House, in particular, would be best in helping you along the way.
She didn't expect this, but it did actually make sense, in a way. Her father would be pleased, at any rate, following the family tradition and whatnot.
"HUFFLEPUFF"
The hat was lifted from her head, just in time for her to see the hall bursting into applause, one table being the more enthusiastic than the others. She headed over to the Hufflepuff table, passing Fred and George on the way, and smiling at them. They didn't look surprised by her sorting and grinned back at her with identical thumps up in her direction. She sat down on the section of the table where the first years were, so far only two others had been sorted, one boy and one girl.
The boy had dark hair and bright grey eyes and was smiling as he extended his hand to her. "Hello, I'm Cedric Diggory, nice to meet you."
Gardenia took his hand a gave a shake, smiling back at him. "Gardenia Fawley, pleased to meet you." If one knew her well and was looking closely, you could see the slight panic in her eyes. It was not nice to meet a person when you knew exactly the way they would die.
She supposed things would be quite different now that Pettigrew was out of the scene, but Gardenia had learned her lesson with preventing death, and she would not take anything for granted. So as far as she was concerned, Cedric was not safe. But she hoped that would change in time.
She was about to turn to the girl that was also a first-year, intending to introduce herself and get to know the first of the girls she would be sharing a dorm with for the next seven years when she heard her name being called.
"I knew it! You have just won me a bet, my dear cousin." She heard Nymphadora before seeing her, the older girl quickly going in for a hug, embracing Gardenia from behind and squeezing.
"You bet on which House I'd end up in?" To be honest, she was not surprised. "Who was the bet with?"
"Charlie, he bet Ravenclaw, I bet Hufflepuff." Nymphadora sat next to her, standing out as the sixth year in the sea of first and second years that predominated on that section of the table.
The sorting was still going on, and it didn't take long for the list to reach the letter W.
"Warrington, Cassius." It seemed Celeste's brother was in fact her twin, if he was also a first year. He looked very much like her, shame shade of blue eyes and facial features that were similar enough to make a connection, but while his sister's hair was a chestnut brown, his was a dark brown so deep it almost looked black. It didn't take long for the hat to shout it's choice, the green and silver house alighting with cheers.
"Warrington, Celeste." She was obviously nervous, and when her eyes met Gardenia's in the brief moment before McGonagall put the hat on her head, the already sorted girl smiled, hoping to reassure her.
"SLYTHERIN" The sorting took much longer than her brother's, reaching almost five minutes if Gardenia's sense of time was right, but the cheers were just as loud.
After her, it was the last name Weasley that was called, and Fred made his way up to the bench first. Gardenia focused her attention on him, she hoped that his and George's sorting wouldn't change, she would love to be in the same house as them, but Gryffindor was where they should be, not only for the chain of events of the next few years but also because it fits them. It took longer than she expected, but the Sorting Hat soon shouted it's choice, and it was indeed the red and gold one.
When the hat was taken off his head, you could see a frown in his face, but soon Fred grinned, making his way to the Gryffindor table, giving a wave to Gardenia when he caught her eye. Next was George's turn, and takin less time than Fred, but in the end, he too was put in the lion den.
After that, only a few people were left, and as soon as the last person was called and sorted, Dumbledore stood to make his speech. It was quite the experience to see him in person, he was really someone to behold, he looked almost the embodiment of a wizard which most people would describe, the long beard and semilunar glasses together with his robes and hat, giving him simply an aura of magic. It was pretty much how she had always imagined Gandalf as well if you took away the glasses and put him in gray robes.
Gardenia would be lying if she said she paid attention because she was too occupied glancing at the ceiling and everything around her to actually process the words being said by Dumbledore, but at this moment she was glad she sorta already knew what was being said, minus the dangers of the third floor which would not be present for two years still.
As the food appeared magically on the table, she dug in, happy to be finally enjoying the first of many nights at Hogwarts.
First of all, the cleaning spell does exist, but there is no incantation for it, so I just went to my trusty Latin book and looked up in the glossary, sorry if it's not right, it's kinda outdated and mostly focused on medical terminology, so it might be wrong
also, the sorting hat song is taken from the wiki because I liked it and most people haven't read the cursed child, so why not use it?
So, I wanted to explain something about this story, because I noticed there are usually two types of reincarnated character stories in the HP fandom, the one where the character decides to isolate themselves and master magic, delving into the why's and how's of spell casting and the magical world, while avoiding the plot, and the one where the character tries to change things and becomes part of the plot
just in case someone is not sure yet, mine is the second type
Gardenia will not at any point become a genius at magic, that is not who she is, she has no interest in the mechanics of magic, and while learning about it is something she is very enthusiastic about, she is fine with learning at the pace that everyone else is learning, minus a few exceptions she knows can come in handy. I kept details about who she used to be very vague, because to her, now she is Gardenia, she thinks of this second life as simply hers, and wants to do everything she can for it to be the best it can be
She doesn't think only in terms of plot, which means there will be a great focus on the relationships between characters, inter-house relations, and eventually even romance. Caring about others is her motivation, if she was a more selfish person, knowing that everything would turn out well in the end would mean she'd high tail to Ilvermorny and not set foot in Europe until it was all over
I just wanted to make that clear, so yeah
Anyways, thank you EchoTheHybrid, HPuni101, Pamela Hutchins, Minna Kivel , BlueMapple, bored411 and chloe41101 for the reviews, and I hope no one is too disappointed with the choice of house, BlueMapple andchloe41101 managed to predict Hufflepuff, although they also bet on Ravenclaw, which crossed my mind, but I always felt that she was more of a Puff in the end
chloe41101 commented she is a Ravenpuff, and yeah, that is pretty accurate.
Thank you for reading and see you next chapter
