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His knowledge of Hogwarts and its houses was limited; even the hats babbling as it sat upon his head had gone in one ear and out the other. There was no doubt that he heard it shout RAVENCLAW followed by an eruption of applause. He supposed he had a whole seven years to figure out what being a Ravenclaw actually meant. What being a magic folk actually meant. For now, he joined his new house table, his blonde hair still ruffled from having the Sorting Hat on.
Lorcan took in faces sat around him, stole glances at the magnificent decor of the ceiling, the enchantments, only listening to the sorting ceremony when someone was sorted into Ravenclaw.
Because the other houses were irrelevant, obviously.
__________________ who could love me, I am out of my mind___________________________
_________________throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream |