"Upper years? I'm sorry, hopefully the other first years won't make a fuss about it." 

"Not even upper-years! There was a first-year there, too! They were mean."

"We're not! We'll fight them for you."

"Yeah!"

She grins. "Alright!"

"So you fight the Slytherins, I'll fight the Gryffindors, your friend can fight the Hufflepuffs, and we'll just talk the Ravenclaws out of it."

"You don't think we can talk the Hufflepuffs out of it?"

"I think if you have a good idea, Ravenclaws will listen. I'm not sure how to convince a Hufflepuff of things, they're weird." 

"Show them it's best for everyone?"

"I know how I would convince a Gryffindor to do what's good, and Ravenclaw to believe what's true- what do Hufflepuffs think 'right' means?"

"I don't know, Professor Flitwick didn't get into details, but if they're about teamwork and dedication something like social goodness?"

"Maybe. I guess if they think they're doing what's best for everyone? Gryffindors care about that too, though." 

She shrugs. "Maybe when we get our Houses someone will explain better how they work."

"Yeah! Want some cauldron cakes?" 

"Yeah!"

"I'm Alistair, by the way."

"Willow."

"Sadde, yes, I know."

"It's...fetching."

"It's bizarre."

"Kind of bizarre, yeah. Whose idea was that?"

"Mum's, I think."

"My parents let my uncle name me. He was a lot younger than da, so it was mostly because he was still a cute kid. They got pretty lucky with it, I think."

"I think they wouldn't have let him if he'd chosen a weird name."

"Like MECHAHITLER THE DESTROYER?"