The Sorting Hat was thought to be all-knowing and terribly wise. They could evaluate a person better than they could themselves. Being only eleven, Odessa didn't have the complexity to think about how the Sorting might be somewhat deterministic and how it might be unfair to judge a person's character based on how they were at eleven. If anything, childhood and one's teen years were a time of constant reinvention. Odessa had been through her haughty and bratty child phase, her 'I love music' phase and now she dreamed of writing novels like Jane Austen. By the end of her first year, she could be dreaming of becoming a potioneer.
Pet talk was much less complex and Odessa smiled as she said: "I'll bring my cat, Cake! But Papa is also getting me an owl for my correspondence needs." If it wasn't for those needs, she wouldn't want an owl. She didn't like birds in general, their beaks and claws made her feel uneasy. "What are you getting?"
Pet talk was much less complex and Odessa smiled as she said: "I'll bring my cat, Cake! But Papa is also getting me an owl for my correspondence needs." If it wasn't for those needs, she wouldn't want an owl. She didn't like birds in general, their beaks and claws made her feel uneasy. "What are you getting?"