"And I'm probably a Hufflepuff or maybe I guess a Ravenclaw."

And then a young girl is at the door to the compartment, looking a bit nervous but holding her head high.

"Uh. H-hi."

"Hi! Are you gonna be a Gryffindor?"

"P– I don't think so?"

"Aw. So we still need a Gryffindor to complete the set."

"… Are you three n-not first years, then?"

"– No, we are," says Anthony, smiling. "Uh, I'm Anthony."

She rubs at her eye. "Thea."

"Come in! Train's about to start going, I think."

"I'm Willow, he's Sadde."

In she comes! She has some luggage with her which she puts under the chair and then she looks around a bit and after a moment she sits.

"I think I'm gonna be a Slytherin, she thinks she's gonna be a Ravenclaw, he thinks he's gonna be a Hufflepuff, we need a Gryffindor to complete the set."

"I'm, uh, not actually sure."

"Do you know the overview, the house traits?"

"I, yeah? I don't know, though – I'm not really very sneaky? Books are good but they're not everything?"

"'Sneaky'? Slytherin isn't about being 'sneaky'!"

"… I thought it was mostly about cunning?"

"And ambition, yeah."

"… So it's about being, I dunno, a politician?"

"Kinda! Not exactly but almost."

"Right," she says. "It's– it's probably still not for me."

"Never had the urge to take over the world?"

"… Not, uh, not really." Pause. "Maybe a little."

He grins.

"Some people are just really wrong."