There was a time when Odessa might have shown her excitement that way. So... childishly. As the child that she was. Her governess had ensured to purge the child out of her, so at eleven she might act more like a girl of fifteen or sixteen, without the actual maturity and experience that came with age.

She smiled politely at the other girl, not wanting to spoil her mood.

"Which house do you think you'll be sorted in?" she asked one of the natural questions for people in their situation. Odessa's parents had both been Slytherins, though there wasn't necessarily pressure for them to follow in their footsteps.

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