 Gryfflepuff
Remy entered the Potion dungeon. He stopped dead in his tracks when saw the layout before him. His mind asked, "How can we learn to make potions without caldrons and all the other tools that used to sit around the room?" He immediately knew something was decidely wrong. Boys and Girls separated, wierd classes, but what was wrong? He remembered the stories his great uncle Ron told about his fifth year at Hogswarts, in fact most of his older family members had horror stories to tell about Hogwarts.
He exhaled and began to walk again. He tried to calm and settle his mind as he did so. "Excuse me, Professor Branxton, but do you want us to take a seat or we will we have assigned seats?" he asked as he stopped beside the professor.
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