Sadie chewed on her jelly bean thoughtfully, flipping over another card. Six satyrs lounged about, with goblets of wine and pan pipes. She could almost hear their music and the card made her smile. She wasn’t sure what suit it was supposed to be—spades, perhaps? Sure. 

George answered her question, and he had a point. She could see the appeal of bravery and strength. She’d been raised on stories and movies of heroes and epic journeys her whole life, and hadn’t half her imaginings been of grand adventures for herself? Hogwarts had been the ultimate dream come true. She really [i]was[/i] special and this was the first step on her own journey. Her smile widened at the thought. Gryffindor sounded nice, even if her idiot brother was there. He’d be ignoring her anyways, so she tried not to let him spoil it for her.

“I hope so,” she laughed there, leaning back in her seat. “My brother’s been tight-lipped about everything, he just tells me to piss off and leave him alone whenever I ask questions.” She rolled her eyes, annoyed at the thought. She knew she had a tendency to get excitable (and explosive) but he was a total prat about it. Mum said it was because he was a teenager, but Sadie thought that was a cop out. He was being a jerk, jealously guarding the secrets of magic from her. Rude!

“I think my dad said ‘stop screaming’ and then ‘get the extinguisher’ after I accidentally set the curtains on fire,” she offered a cheeky grin, selecting a black jelly bean. Licorice. Bleh. “I mean, they went through it with my brother four years ago, so they were a little more prepared, but my mum was right scared of the owl. I think they thought it was a prank the first time, but some old lady came by and talked to them about it and showed them magic. They’re not big fans of the whole magic thing, but I think it’s just really weird for them. So you said your brother’s been going here? What house is he in?”