Merry looked up from his sketchbook yet again and considered his sister. She could be a Slytherin, like Merry and Rufina, or she could be a Ravenclaw, like Ernest. Or she could be neither. He was not used to thinking of Flora as her own person with her own stuff going on, so it took him a moment to answer.
"Hufflepuff, maybe," Merry said, with none of the anti-'Puff sentiment that sometimes floated in their circles. "I'm not sure. I mean - well, you'll never know until the sorting."
It was somewhat of a tradition, to avoid telling one's younger siblings the details, so he avoided mentioning the hat.
"Hufflepuff, maybe," Merry said, with none of the anti-'Puff sentiment that sometimes floated in their circles. "I'm not sure. I mean - well, you'll never know until the sorting."
It was somewhat of a tradition, to avoid telling one's younger siblings the details, so he avoided mentioning the hat.