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As August sat down on one of the long benches placed at the Gryffindor table, he eyed the utensils they were supposed to use to eat. "Ummm, who washed these?" he pushed his spoon and fork away from himself and switched them with a cleaner pair from a empty seat across from him. There that was better.

Now he just needed to meet some new Gryffindor friends. Out of the few he had met over in Diagon Alley, none of them were in the house he was just sorted into.