"Quite interesting, I do say," The sorting hat continued. "So intelligent, yet kind. Cunning, yet brave. Really, little one, any house would suit you fine, But one, one in particular I feel will shape you into an even lovelier young lady then you are today. And that is...

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The table in the center cheered loudly and Aurelia walked over to it. She sat down next to three people. One was a girl with bushy brown hair and matching eyes, a book clutched to her side as she stared Aurelia down, trying to get a reading. The other was a red-head with blue eyes looking at her curiously. The last one had messy black hair and beautiful green eyes. He was lean with muscles evident under his robe, and a scar in the shape of a lighting bolt was on his forehead. He was looking at her with something Aurelia couldn't describe.

"I'm Hermione Granger," said the girl as she seemed to have marked Aurelia as "okay".

"Ron Weasley," said the red-head.

"Harry Potter." The green-eyed boy's voice could make even a heart of ice melt.

"Aurelia Fontaine."

"That's a beautiful name," said Harry.

Aurelia blushed deeply. "Thanks."

"What sort of classes do you have here?" she asked next.

"You know, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic, what a snore, Charms, Divination, Defense Against The Dark Arts and Potions, with Professor Snape the git as our instructor." Ron inhaled a chicken leg as Hermione looked on in disgust.

"Snape the git?"

"Professor Snape hates all Gryffindors." Harry glared at a man with flowing black hair and a sneer sitting at a table with Professor Dumbledore. "But us especially."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Hermione chuckled. "It's not your fault- Ron close your mouth while you chew!"

"I'm not even talking, Mione'," Ron grumbled.

"It's still disgusting!"

Harry looked at Aurelia sympathetically. "They quarrel a lot."

"Huh."

"So...did you go to Beauxbutons before, or something?"

"No." Aurelia shook her head. "Apparently I'm a dormant witch."

Silence fell over the table.

"Huh, really?" Hermione questioned.

Aurelia nodded.

"Well..." Hermione looked around uneasily. "We'd better get to bed."

And with that, Aurelia left with her newfound friends,the first she had in a long time, yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was rather off.