Baha, thanks guys.

Oh my lovely not aunt has sent me an owl. Charming lady. I opened it and let it yell at me. Something about dishonouring the family and what not. Yawn.

Poor Baylee. Wasn't her fault that the hat put her in Gryfindor. I caught up to her.
'Push Off Rylee.' Baylee said.
'What if I don't want to?' I asked.
Baylee looked at me.
'Ok, what is it you wanted to say?' she asked fiddling with her tie.
I looked different in my uniform, then she did in her uniform. She looked almost, quite pretty. I looked like a small boy in a slytherin kit.
'I wanted to say, that I don't think it was fair of Aunt to send you a howler simply for getting sorted into your house.'
'Yeah, but when has Aunt ever been nice to me?' asked Baylee and I had to admit, she had a point.

I looked at my brother as he pondered.
'Exactly.' I said.
Rylee looked at his shoes.
'Look, I don't care what house I go into.' I said, and to be honest, I didn't. It was house, not the matter between life and death.

Or so I thought.