July 31, 2011…

Potter Manor, Rhayader, Wales…

"John, what the Hell are you wearing?" I choked down my laughter as he looked at me questioningly.

"Dress robes?" He said, looking down at the gaudy bright red outfit with gold trim that he was sporting that clashed with his hair horribly. "Why aren't you in yours? Dad said we needed to look our best."

"This is your party as far as I'm concerned." I shrugged, perfectly happy in my standard jeans, boots, and dragon-leather coat.

"But it's our party!"

"So James is bringing in a few people, so what?" I raised an eyebrow as horror dawned on John's face.

"Didn't dad tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Oh. Uh… It's nothing! Nothing at all!" John said, hurrying away as I stared at his back. "Just be outside at twelve!"

"Alright then?" I grunted, utterly confused at how John was acting right now. I shook my head and glanced down at my watch.

'It's a quarter to twelve. Either of you have any ideas you want to share?'

"I am just as lost as you, boy. I do not know nor understand what your father has in mind."

'And I know not what your brother is hiding. We are not telepaths.'

'Technically? We are. I'd just have to learn legilimency.'

"Mind games… I despise mind games." Radin growled as I made my way to the library. If I had a few minutes, I might as well use them how I wanted to.

'Can't say I disagree.' I thought as I passed one of the bay windows overlooking the front lawn. As I was walking though, something caught my attention. Was it the clouds? No, there were no clouds, not today – that in itself was strange for Wales in the summer…

"It's the tables, you dolt." Radin growled. I blinked in surprise as I finally noticed what he was talking about.

'How did I miss those?'

'You were lost in your own thoughts, fledgling. But yes, the idea of channeling magic through an alternate focus from a wand may be useful. Your theory on rings is especially interesting.'

"Would you two stop talking about your blasted theories for one Higher-damned second and look at your surroundings!?" The Blaze Lion roared. I blinked a few times before finally realizing what he was getting at.

'Jesus… How many tables are down there?'

"Sixty-five, I counted while you two thought of how to best channel the boy's magic."

'And each table has six chairs? Oh fuck… This isn't just some small get together, is it?'

'I fear it is not… And that appears to be a stage.'

'A stage!?' And sure enough, there was a raised platform off to one side of the grounds. It wasn't massive, just big enough for maybe ten people to clump together, but it was there. 'Oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad…'

'James is planning something.'

'Yeah, he is. I don't know what it is but I don't like it.'

"That buffoon? I am sure he has some small amount of intelligence and tactical ability but not to this level. He forgot to tell you what he planned either because he wished to keep you in the dark or because this has simply become routine."

'You think John has a party like this every year?'

'There is one way to find out.'

'We're not going to the library for this, you oversized, shapeshifted, bookworm. We don't have time.' I sighed, pressing my hand to my forehead as I passed the window entirely. 'I'll find James and ask him about it.'

"This is going to be a spectacle, is it not?"

'Probably.' I sighed, again, finally understanding why James wanted me to wear the dress robes. 'Well, too late for that now. If they want Harry Potter, too bad. They're getting Harry Noir.'

With that in mind, I made my way through the Manor. Thank Merlin for Wolverine's enhanced senses, without them I'd have been walking for circles in this damned place just looking for James. With them, I found him in less than five minutes.

"Harry?" He caught sight of me before I could get his attention. He looked confused and a bit angry. "Why aren't you in your robes?"

"Because I thought this was going to be a wee little gathering for just a handful of family members and maybe some good friends. Imagine my surprise when I looked out a window and saw enough seating for nearly four hundred people?" James' eyes bugged. He smoothed his own robes nervously, trying to organize his thoughts.

"I, uh, I thought you knew…"

"You thought the Yanks would tell me about John's birthday gala while trying to get me into Illvermorny?"

"We hold it every year!" James said defensively. "It's one of the biggest events in Wizarding Britain! How wouldn't you know about it?"

"Ah, yes, Wizarding Britain." I deadpanned. "Tell me, James, where's Ilvermorny?"

"Am–" James cut himself off, blinking rapidly as I shook my head.

"Yes, America. Exactly. Why would the Americans care about some British kid-celebrity's annual birthday bash enough to tell me about it?"

"I-" James tried to start before he deflated. "No, I suppose they shouldn't. I'm sorry, Harry, I thought you knew. When John was five, I tried to throw him a small party but soon enough everyone was asking if they could come and well… It eventually spiraled into this. I got smart when he turned eight and limited it to three hundred invites. But since this is his first Hogwarts year and you're back?"

"You upped the attendance by a third?"

"Yes." He winced as I shook my head.

"How many are reporters?"

"Twenty, no more. That's five more than I usually invite so they should be happy about that."

"They're going to hound me. You realize that, right? That and that I'm going to upstage John just by being here."

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, James." I grunted, leaning against a closeby wall. "You seriously can't be this thick."

"Harry…"

"Fine. Everyone loves a prodigal son moment. You read the papers after our Diagon trip, I was all they could talk about for a week and they never laid eyes on me. They didn't get a single picture but they still wrote about me like I was Lazarus."

"Who?" James squinted, cocking his head to the side.

"Oh, for the love." I banged my head against the wall before I turned to James. "Bible character? Died and came back after four days?"

"I thought that was that other bloke. Jesus?"

"Jesus came back on his own after three days, He was the one who brought Lazarus back." I said absently before I realized I was getting off topic. "No, we're getting distracted. They act like I died and came back, James. Imagine what it'll be like when I'm actually in front of them dressed like this." I waved my hand down my body as James winced. "They'll think I'm a bloody rebel."

"I should have warned you. I'm really sorry, Harry." James said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "But why haven't you changed?"

"Do you think I have time to change? No. I know I don't. I'd rather them think I'm a punctual rebel than a late lordling."

"But you are. Oh, a lordling that is. You're my heir, and I intend to announce you as just that today." I groaned loudly as James looked confused.

"You can't."

"I can and I will."

"No, I mean you can't." I stressed even more. "I… I've been to Gringotts before. When I got back to Europe, I mean. I wanted to see who I was."

"You learned I was alive from the Goblins?" James was horrified, but who wouldn't be? Nasty little beasties, the Goblins were.

"Yeah, I did. I didn't know anything about why you gave me up, I just knew you did. I'd heard about John and when I learned about the gold you put in the bank of England? Well, I was pissed."

"They told you about that?"

"And that you recalled it. I talked to an account manager and I asked what I could do."

"You gave up the name…" James' face was completely ashen. I nodded.

"I did. But I got a bit of payback on someone else too." I grinned weakly as James just looked confused. "Officially? My name is Harry James, the Duke Noir." James stared at me, his eyes almost bugging out of his head as he worked his jaw slowly.

"H-how?"

"Grandma Dorea was the last Noir by blood, I was able to take the name because the house was extinct." James sighed, gaining a bit of color back.

"You… You're a Lord in your own right?"

"I'm an adult, James. Being the Noir emancipated me."

"Really? Then why are you here? Why come back?"

"Because I wanted to see what kind of excuse you had for leaving me with Vernon. Turns out, you did it for the right reasons… I wanted to hate you. Really, I did, but I just can't. Though I still want to defenestrate Dursley."

"Me and you both, son." James said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Is that why you didn't want to sell your coat?"

"Yeah, it is. I found it in my vault."

"I understand. But why hide this from me?"

"I didn't want you to think I hated you, because I don't, James. I think you did the best you could with a bad situation. What happened afterward wasn't your fault, it's Vernon's. All of this shit is on Vernon and Voldemort. I acted before I knew what happened but I don't regret it. Announce John is your heir. I'll tell the reporters some Hogwash about how because I was raised by nomajs, that I have no idea how to be a lord."

"We aren't done talking about this, Harry." James said, squeezing my shoulder again. "But I'm glad you gave me a chance. Oh, and I'll have to call them muggles. The reporters won't know what a nomaj is." We laughed together as I pushed off the wall.

"We'll have to get down there now, won't we?"

"Yeah, we should get going." James nodded, pulling his hand away. "Let's go face the music. And the cameras. Shall we?"

"Yeah, let's do it."

'Was that wise, fledgling?'

'No… Probably not. But I had to.'

"Why? Now your secret is no longer secret."

'It was going to come out at some point, Radin. This way, I control who knows and can slip into the shadows even more.'

"If you say so, boy. This could backfire on you horribly."

'I know.'

"Harry!"

"Hey, Susan." I grinned as one of the few people I knew in this world came over with a smile on her face. It was strange, I'd looked over at an empty lawn when I passed that window but when James and I walked outside, every seat had been filled with a few people milling about here and there. "How're you doing?"

"I'm good! How're you?"

"Coping." I shrugged. "I'm not a big fan of crowds."

"Me neither." Susan said, her golden eyes flashing yellow as she looked over the yard. "Do you want to sit with us?"

"I do, but I don't think I can," I sighed. "James has a plan for where I'm supposed to sit."

"Oh, okay… Can you spare a few minutes? My auntie wants to meet you."

"Sure! Lead the way." I smiled as Susan smiled happily. She grabbed my hand and dragged me away. Soon enough, we came to a table with three people already sitting around it chatting away. "Dowager Longbottom, Heir Longbottom, good afternoon. How are you?"

"We are well, heiress Bones." The old battleaxe with a bloody vulture on her hat said dryly but her eyes never left me. "And who is this?"

"This is Heir Potter."

"Please, call me Harry. I'm not the heir to anything right now." I smiled as I held my hand out to Neville. "So you're Neville, eh? John's told me a bit about you."

"H-has he? I don't… I'm not sure what he would… What he would have told you, Heir- Er, Harry…" Neville managed to get out through the stammering.

"Nothing bad, I assure you. And you must be Lady Bones?" I smiled as the steely haired woman with an iron face nodded.

"Aye, I am." She said, her voice tinged with a bit of an Irish lilt. "It's good to meet you, Mr. Potter. I used to work with your father."

"I didn't know that." I said as we shook hands.

"Aye, he was my partner in the Aurors when he finally earned his robe. He was my trainee for a long while there but he earned his shield eventually. Not that he was officially an Auror long. I think he was officially in the corps six months before that night happened, then he became a consultant."

"What does he do as a consultant, anyway?" I was curious, James had been here with me and John since the day he brought me back and never had to work.

"If the Aurors or Hitwizards have a problem they can't solve or just need more bodies, they call in their consultants. I think there are thirty around Britain but James is one of the only ones who works with both agencies."

"Ah, alright then." I nodded. It was one of the few solid ideas I'd actually heard from these idiots.

"And, pray tell, why it would be a good idea, boy?"

'It's a reserve force, Radin. You don't need to pay a contractor full time hours as long as you can call on them in a pinch.'

"Thank you for that, I was always curious." I grinned as I turned back to Neville. I was about to say something as we finally met eyes. Power flashed through my body and his blue eyes flashed green. His weren't green like mine but rather a darker, richer forest green. I smiled as he blinked, utterly panicked. "Neville, I hope to see you on the train but I probably need to get back to James. Madam Bones, Lady Longbottom, it was good to meet you." They both nodded as I turned to Susan. "And you, Susan, I'm sure you'll find me on the train too."

"You better believe it." She grinned, her eyes glowing. I smirked, pushing a bit of Sol's powers through me. She blinked and her eyes were normal again, and so were mine.

"Oh I do. I'll be seeing you." I waved as I turned away, listening into Madam Bones and Lady Longbottom chatting between themselves.

"An interesting boy."

"Indeed. But quite poorly dressed."

"It's muggle fashion, Augusta. You heard him speak, he was raised in the muggle world from the sound of it. And in America at that."

"The Colonies? How on Earth would he have gotten there?"

"I'm unsure… Oh, would you look at that? The Prophet's here." I sighed, seeing exactly who Madam Bones was talking about. Red glasses, lime green robes, horribly done blonde hair… Rita Skeeter. Everyone's least favorite animagus and Great Britain's crown gossip columnist was milling among the masses, laughing and chatting animatedly with everyone she could.

'Radin?'

"I smell her stench from here, boy. It is unfamiliar. She has not been around you yet."

'It seems she has not even noticed you yet. The ball cap, as you call it, was a wise addition in covering your hair but your attire is drawing negative attention.'

"Bah, let them stare. They may watch as long as they do not approach."

'I agree. Let them stare. When they figure out I'm the lost Potter though? That'll be when we need to think about making an escape.' Radin chuckled as Sol huffed but they both fell silent as I walked toward James.

"About time you got over here." John huffed as I sat down beside him.

"Hey, I got distracted. Susan wanted me to meet her aunt."

"Susan Bones?" James asked, his eyebrows raised. "Where on Earth did you meet her?"

"Fortescues'. She left before you could get us, though."

"Ah."

"Who are we waiting for?"

"Remus and Amy." Oh. Well shit, now I had to ask.

"Who's Amy?"

"She married John's godfather."

"Oh." I winced, knowing damn well that Pettigrew was a completely forbidden topic right now. "So she's his godmother?"

"No, but she is family." James said tightly.

"Okay then… So why are we leaving an empty seat?"

"It's Peter's seat, it always will be." James' voice was harsh, cold even, as he stared at the empty chair.

"Dad…"

"I know, John." James sighed, shaking his head slightly. "We'll get him back."

"No, dad. I don't think we can." John said, shaking his head sadly.

"John-"

"James!" A voice cut through the dark mood settling onto us. "John, Harry! Happy birthday, boys!" Remus Lupin grinned as he sat down in one of the free chairs beside me. "Been a good one?"

"It's been interesting, at least," I shrugged. "There's a few more people than I figured would be here."

"Ah, no one throws a party like James does." Remus said, shaking his head. "Even when he doesn't want to throw it."

"And if I didn't throw it, people would be hounding me to know why." James sighed, taking a swig of whatever it was he was drinking. "I figured I'd just rip the bandage off."

"You're not wrong." Remus laughed, looking stronger than he had before. Oh right, last night was the new moon wasn't it? "So when are you going to kick this off?"

"Twelve thirty, maybe one. I'll let them mill about and chat for a little before we get to the food and show."

"Show?" I asked, staring at James who'd started shifting uncomfortably.

"John gives a little thank you to the crowd after James gives a speech."

"And he's going to announce I'm back when he gives that, right?"

"Yes, Harry, I am." James sighed.

"Well, alright then. I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to stretch my legs before I'm put under a spotlight."

"You're already under a spotlight wearing all that, Harry." Remus snorted as I stood up. "Honestly, how you wear a leather coat in mid July and not even look warm is beyond me."

"It's a Noir." I grinned as Remus' jaw hit the table. "See ya in a bit." I didn't give the werewolf a chance to question me as I walked away. But I did hear when he turned to James and started his little inquisition of Really? Where'd he get it? A thrift store!? Kind of questions. I had something else to deal with, or someone, really. A blonde who'd caught my eye almost as soon as I'd sat down next to James.

"Greengrass." She'd seen me coming and glared at me with every step. "Fancy meeting you here. Is there anyone who didn't get an invitation?"

"The Malfoys, Notts, and Carrows." Daphne huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "The Davises didn't get an invite either."

"The who?" I asked, blinking as I tried to place the name.

"You met Tracey at Madam Malkin's."

"The girl with you who didn't really talk, right?"

"Yes."

"Ah, sorry. I didn't even know this was going to happen." I said, gesturing to the crowd behind us.

"Really?"

"I talk like this and you think I have any idea of what goes on around here?"

"Hah, no. Everyone knows about the Potter galas."

"Not the Americans. Or, if they do know, they don't care. That's where I've been for awhile. And on the nomaj side at that."

"Nomaj?"

"Muggle, Nomaj, same thing, different location."

"Ah." She said, her nose in the air. "What did you want, Potter?"

"Bones and Longbottom, Arta and…"

'Avalos, the Abscovus.'

'The what?'

"Lost Stag."

"Avalos. Same location, different thing." Daphne gulped slightly as she glanced over to where Neville and Susan were sitting. "I want to meet on the train, to talk about… Well, this." My eyes flashed and hers did too. "That alright?"

"It is. But there's one thing you should know, Potter. Greengrass, Ygghodir and Sada. Same name, different locations." She smirked as Sol and Radin both paid close attention. "I'll talk to Astoria about this. She knows, too, actually awakened her Guardian before I did."

"Alright, I want to meet her though."

"Why?"

"Because there's only one we haven't found."

"The Hydra." Daphne nodded. "Ygghodir says that she likes to hide. She won't come around unless she's threatened."

"Right. And Daphne? You should probably be a bit more careful when talking about stuff like this." I said, tilting my head back slightly. Her eyes widened as she noticed Skeeter was drilling a hole in my back with her eyes. "I'll see you on the train."

"Yeah… See you then, Potter."

"Thank you all for coming! As we all know, these past few months have been quite trying. For my family, we've had our highs and we've had our lows. My best friend, Peter Pettigrew, was kidnapped before his wife's eyes. We know where the traitor, Sirius Black, is but the Americans refuse to cooperate with our Ministry of Magic in extraditing him back into our custody. They also refuse to free Peter. Minister, you have the full support of House Potter in any way you need." Fudge (because with that hat who else could he be?) puffed his chest out and nodded to James. "But as dark as these weeks have been, the sun shines upon House Potter once again! My son, Harry-" James put his hand on my shoulder as I stood to one side of him and John on the other, "has been found! He has returned to us and will be attending Hogwarts alongside his brother!"

The crowd went absolutely wild at that. People were clapping and cheering as reporters snapped picture after picture.

"But! But, Harry knows little about our ways. He was raised in the muggle world. After we were betrayed and attacked all those years ago, Harry's magic was unstable. I left him in the care of our family but they did not see us as family… They gave Harry away." The crowd protested wildly as James raised a hand. "Who they are is unimportant, what is important is that Harry has been returned to us whole and hale… But I gave him an offer, one every father in our world is supposed to give to his eldest son. He turned me down. By his own words, he says he does not know enough of our world to be an effective Viscount Potter. So today, John Potter, I name you my heir." Silence reigned except for the clicking of cameras and scratching of quills on paper as the reporters immortalized this moment as fast as they could. "Do you accept?"

"I- I do." John choked out, staring up at James and then at me questioningly. I grinned and held my hand out. He looked down at it for a long moment before batting it away and wrapped his arms around my chest, trying to crush me into the hug. I patted his back as the crowd roared approvingly "Th-thank you, Harry…" John muttered into my shoulder. If I were anyone else, that would have been drowned out by the crowd.

"It's no problem, heir Potter." I grinned as John pulled back, looking me in the eyes. Tears were streaming down his face as he turned to look at the beaming James and grinning Remus. Amy was there too, smiling softly as she watched the two of us. We'd been introduced before lunch but we hadn't exchanged more than a handful of words.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my sons!" James, with his voice amplified with a Sonorus charm, roared. He waved his wand at his throat, quieting the roar back to normal speaking volume. "John, do you want to say something?"

"I… I do." John nodded, tearing his eyes off of me as he looked at James. I smiled and nodded, taking a step back to stand next to Remus.

"You really gave up the Potter heirship?"

"Do you think I'd be a good Lord Potter?"

"No. I think you'd be the best."

"Then he'll be even better." I nodded at the boy standing on the edge of the stage, thanking his dad profusely and the people in the audience for coming.

"Truly? You think he will?" Amy asked.

"Yes. He has his mother's compassion and his father's drive." I smiled. "He can be whatever he wants. Me? I know what I am, and a politician I am not. A people person, I am not."

"Then what are you, Harry? You gave me a place to live, somewhere I used to only dream about living"

"John would have too. I'm just not using the place, John would have bought it for you."

"Right…" Remus said, obviously not getting what I was trying to say.

"Right. I'll be back, I'm not a fan of this many eyes on me." I shuddered as Remus put a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not either but you should stay here, alright? People will talk if you leave."

"Hah, Remus, people will talk anyway. The Lost Potter was raised by Muggles?" I used the most snooty English accent I could manage, getting a snort from Remus and a chuckle from Amy. "And, I say, have you heard him speak? He sounds like a bloody Yank!"

"Harry…"

"What? You don't think the Prophet's paper tomorrow won't solely be about that tomorrow?"

"No comment." Remus smirked as I rolled my eyes. Though I did catch a whiff of something odd… Something familiar.

"The bug, boy. You smell the bug. She is close… There!"

'She has landed on your hat, fledgling, how do you wish to proceed?' I grinned, pulling Remus' hand off my shoulder as I felt the weight on my headshift until it wasn't there. 'Your shoulder, now.'

'Sol? Flash fry the bitch.'

'Gladly.' Sol's voice was almost vicious as I closed my eyes as power flashed over my skin faster than the eye could see. I heard a small pop, opening my eyes and found a ruptured water bug on my shoulder that looked like it'd been boiled from the inside out. I brushed my shoulder clean of the bug as Remus looked down at me curiously.

"Sorry, bug on my shoulder."

"Ah." He said obviously not interested in the bug as he looked back up at John while his speech started winding down, then James took over.

"Thank you once again! Feel free to remain as long as you wish, a refreshments table will be set up when the stage has been removed. At sundown, the tables will be moved to the side and a dance floor set up for those that wish to do so. Thank you!" James smiled, waving to the crowd as he walked off the stage with John at his side.

"That's my cue." I grinned to Remus, falling in with John as they left the stage.

The father and son walked toward the crowd but I took a different direction, going off to a more secluded area where less people were milling around. Thankfully I knew I wasn't going to be interrupted or spied on anymore now that Skeeter had been swatted. For a second, I thought I was going to get away, to get back into the house without anyone seeing me but someone grabbed my shoulder. I whirled around with my fist already clenched, ready to loose my claws if I needed to. Only to come face to face with a speck of a girl with blonde hair and wide grey eyes.

"Can I help you?" I asked, opening my hand as I lifted my eyebrow.

"Maybe. Daphy told me a bit about you." Her grey irises turned almost completely black as she stared up at me with a crooked smile. "Two Guardians, huh? How'd that happen?"

"Astoria!?" Speak of the devil, Daphne herself swooped in and grabbed her sister. "Not here!" She hissed. Astoria crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

"But mum and dad know!"

"Mum and dad found out because you decided you wanted to go flying over the grounds!"

"But you froze the ballroom!"

"By accident!"

"Still!"

"Alright, you two, that's enough." I sighed as they turned from each other and looked at me. I wanted to take a step back as a pair of black eyes and another of pure white stared at me with power swirling in them. "If you two turn this manor to rubble, you'll regret it. If our secret gets out because you two just had to have a catfight, I'll kill you both."

"I like him." Astoria grinned as the black disappeared, leaving her eyes normal and blue. I blinked with Daphne as we looked at Astoria. "What? I do!"

"Of course you do." Daphne sighed, utterly exasperated. "And the worst thing is, I agree."

"Say what now?"

"You intrigue me, Potter. And you're one of the Seven. Or is it six now?"

"Both, I guess." I grinned. "You get two for the price of one in me."

"I just wish we knew who the Hydra was. I expected them to be here." Daphne huffed as she scanned the crowd.

"You said it yourself, the Hydra likes to hide. They probably are here, they just aren't showing themselves."

"And they probably won't." Astoria sighed.

"No, they probably won't." I growled. "And it's not like there are a ton of people our age here to choose from."

"Well if they are here, then all of us are here."

"I know, but we won't get any privacy. Not here."

"And you think we will on the train?"

"I think we won't be questioned if we gather on the train."

"What about me!?"

"You, short stuff, look like you'll be able to take care of yourself." She smiled, bouncing from foot to foot with a wide grin on her face.

"Yeah! I can!"

"But we don't know why the Guardians chose us."

"They don't know why they chose us." I said flatly. "But we will."

"We will?"

"We will. Do you think there's something out there that the Guardians are needed for but it won't show it's face?"

"Uh…"

"It will, and we need to be ready for it. You said your parents know?"

"They do."

"Good, then use that as much as you two can." I said as the sisters glanced between each other. "Bond with your guardians."

"But I'm really close with mine." Astoria said.

"I'm not…" Daphne sighed. "Ygghodir isn't exactly friendly."

"She's a Frost Wyvern." I shrugged. "Dragons aren't exactly friendly and if she's as cold as her element then getting along with her must be a pain."

"She is." Daphne sighed, shaking her head again. "But don't think this makes us friends, Potter. We're stuck with each other."

"I know. We don't have to be friends, we don't even have to really talk. We just have to stand each other. Especially now that we know who most of the elementals are."

"Right. So are you in charge of this?"

"I don't want to be but I'm currently the only one who connects everyone."

"And that's such a good reason to be the leader." Daphne snapped.

"Better than pulling a sword out of a rock." I grinned as Daphne glared at me. "I'll see you on the train, Daphne. Astoria, it was good to meet you. Hope you enjoy the party."

"Where are you headed?"

"The library. I've had enough of this party."

"You're so going to be a Ravenclaw."

"So everyone's said." I rolled my eyes as the sisters laughed, walking back to their parents as I made my way back inside.