The sorting ceremony had not turned out as nerve-wracking as he'd imagined, and within a few minutes of entering the Great Hall he'd found himself sorted into Ravenclaw. On the bright side was the fact that none of the other students seemed unfriendly, and most were quick to welcome him to Ravenclaw house, but on the downside he had no friends or family members to sit with. Everyone around him was a stranger, and although he was hyper-aware that some of these students might turn out to be lifelong friends by the end of the year, he knew they weren't yet.
He caught himself looking towards the Gryffindor table for Sunday sometime after the feast began, but his efforts were in vain as she'd disappeared from her seat. He hoped she would find friends there, too, but he didn't doubt for a second that she would; she was friendly, outgoing, and not at all annoying. The professors would know her name and the other students might recognize her for her family name.
He had more than just Sunday on his mind, though. During the sorting ceremony there had been another Diggory in attendance—a Diggory he didn't know. He wasn't sure how common that name was in magical Britain, and there was always a chance that they were unrelated, but he had this nagging feeling that they were.
He didn't have much time to worry about it, though, because he quickly found himself too concerned by his speeding heart rate at the sudden chirp in his ear. "Sunday!" he gasped, turning around to flash her a disapproving glance. "You've almost given me a heart attack. Where did you come from?" he asked, instinctively scooting over to make room for the new Gryffindor.
He caught himself looking towards the Gryffindor table for Sunday sometime after the feast began, but his efforts were in vain as she'd disappeared from her seat. He hoped she would find friends there, too, but he didn't doubt for a second that she would; she was friendly, outgoing, and not at all annoying. The professors would know her name and the other students might recognize her for her family name.
He had more than just Sunday on his mind, though. During the sorting ceremony there had been another Diggory in attendance—a Diggory he didn't know. He wasn't sure how common that name was in magical Britain, and there was always a chance that they were unrelated, but he had this nagging feeling that they were.
He didn't have much time to worry about it, though, because he quickly found himself too concerned by his speeding heart rate at the sudden chirp in his ear. "Sunday!" he gasped, turning around to flash her a disapproving glance. "You've almost given me a heart attack. Where did you come from?" he asked, instinctively scooting over to make room for the new Gryffindor.