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The Big "House" Fight.
"Gryffindor."
"Slytherin."
"Did you see her fight off that Boggart? Of course she's in Gryffindor!"
"Yeah, well, you know how she always gets her way? Definitely Slytherin. And anyway, I dropped McGonagal a line, specially indicating to put her in Slytherin."
"Sneak! You can't do that! Well, I instructed her to tell the hat to put her in Gryffindor. So there!"
"You can't choose which house you're sorted in!"
"Well, it worked with Harry!"
"Blaise, back me up."
"Harry, tell him Stella's gonna be in Gryffindor."
Blaise and Harry smirked. Typical.
"What are you laughing at?" Both of them shot Level 5 death-glares at Harry and Blaise.
"Err...Blaise, mate, let'sgo, we wouldn't want Magda and Ginny to wait now would we..." And with a POP! both of them disapparated.
"FINE BE THAT WAY!" They shouted after their ex-best friends.
"Malfoy, you are beyond redemption!" Hermione said, throwing a pillow at Malfoy.
"Well...You're a Malfoy too!" Draco threw the pillow back.
Soon they were having an out and out pillowfight. They were so engrossed in this task that they did not notice Stella's owl, Midnight fly in. Midnight hooted indignantly. Wizards. Do they ever learn?
"Bet you two galleons she's in Slytherin!"
"I'll take that bet."
Stella's letter contained only one word, scrawled hastily in fancy royal blue writing.
Ravenclaw.
"Shit."