Yes, Ravenclaw. House of the intelligent and ill-mannered. Sandra's smile grew when Fletcher offered her his arm, slipping hers through his in acceptance. Such a handsome gentleman he was.

She gave her head a small shake. "They have not been messing with me," They weren't that thick. "They just don't seem to get along vith each other, alvays disagreeing over something and draving vands." What the disagreements were over she wasn't sure, but it certainly couldn't have called for them to pull out there wands on one another.

Silly Hogwarts children.

"You fell out of the giant tree house?" She looked at him questioningly, not worried since he was obviously fine now. Very fine. Her smirk reappeared. "So I see. Hov did you fall out of the tree?"