An orphan or a child of the streets, then. Themis's heart seized at both possibilities. The world was a cold enough place for a young girl without the concerns of survival. Still, she was not naive. It was entirely possible this little rascal was here to pick pockets. The girl hadn't made a definitive move on which to pass judgment. For now, Themis would watch.
"Pleased to meet you, Charley. My name is Themis Lyra." She chuckled at the girl's assessment of her sorting. "I think the Sorting Hat may consider other factors, but you may be right." Themis was going to have this playing through her head in September; she needed to test Charley's theory now. "You know, when I was sorted, I had red hair, too. Perhaps that does make us lions." Themis added with a conspiratorial wink.
As much as she wanted to entertain, she needed to know more about the child's situation. It was past eleven when she had thanked the attendees and wished them goodnight. It was nearing midnight now. "As brave as we Gryffindors are, you shouldn't be out this late alone. Where are your guardians, Charley?" Themis had a strong feeling the answer was going to be an unfortunate one.
"Pleased to meet you, Charley. My name is Themis Lyra." She chuckled at the girl's assessment of her sorting. "I think the Sorting Hat may consider other factors, but you may be right." Themis was going to have this playing through her head in September; she needed to test Charley's theory now. "You know, when I was sorted, I had red hair, too. Perhaps that does make us lions." Themis added with a conspiratorial wink.
As much as she wanted to entertain, she needed to know more about the child's situation. It was past eleven when she had thanked the attendees and wished them goodnight. It was nearing midnight now. "As brave as we Gryffindors are, you shouldn't be out this late alone. Where are your guardians, Charley?" Themis had a strong feeling the answer was going to be an unfortunate one.
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