"Yes; it's a good fit. Though Slytherin will suit, too - that House calls a bit more strongly to you, alone. It could forge you into something greater than any before you."

(What do you mean by that?)

"The future is rarely clear, Miss Potter, but I put students where they will best grow into themselves, as best I can. Someone like you - if your ambition was stoked, the world will be speaking your name three thousand years from now." It chuckles. "Though I can't say with what tone, nor what would come of you on that path."

"Of course, there are paths other Houses could lead you down. Knowledge. Certainty. Strength."

(I think...)

(I'd like to go to the same House as Anathema.)

"Very well."

Out loud: "Better be RAVENCLAW."

(The table's cheers are rather loud.)

She doffs the hat and strides over to sit next to Anathema.

Who - has a very weird, almost stunned look on her face.

Only briefly, though.

She grins at Ellie when Ellie comes to sit by her. "Glad you're here."

"Hey." Smile.

Grin! "Probably for the best; the Hat would've had to resort me if you went elsewhere..."

"Would it actually?"

"It said it would."

"Huh."

"Maybe I should've gone somewhere else just to see it do that. Bet that'd make people stare at you instead of me."

She giggles. "I'd take that. But Ravenclaw's pretty good."

"Ask again in a year, I guess."

"I bet we can change if we really wanna."

"Maybe."

(The Sorting seems to be drawing to a close off in the background.)

She shrugs. "The Hat seemed really sure I'd do well wherever, anyways."

"I guess you've got that going for you, then."

She grins and bumps her shoulder against Ellie's. "We'd both be the best, wherever we ended up."

"Definitely."

She laughs, wiggling her shoulders a bit. (In the background, Dumbledore makes a speech - the third floor corridor and Forbidden Forest are off limits, and some joke items are now banned - and then leads the school in the 'school song' which apparently has no set tune - Anathema basically ignores him.)

And then, Dumbledore claps - and the tables all fill with food.

Anathema, who had completely ignored the lunch trolley lady on the train in favor of magic practice, makes a delighted noise.

Oh excellent. Hopefully every meal is like this.

Anathema picks a lot of fruits (she seems to really like 'fruits stuffed with spices' and 'breads stuffed with fruit cobbler'); she's not really making a point of a 'balanced diet' or anything like that. There's a lot of traditional wizarding foods from across the United Kingdom on offer.

"I wonder when classes are gonna start..." Anathema says.

Ellie goes for as wide a variety as possible.

"Tomorrow, I think?"

"That's really soon... But yeah tomorrow's Monday, so it makes sense," she says.

One of the older students glances over. "They usually don't start the day after everyone arrives, especially since first years still need to pick an elective and most years have Orientation some first," he says, evenly. "Probably Professor Flitwick - our Head of House - will let us know, though. Usually he and the prefects hand out schedules at the feast."