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Thana has never seen so many hallways and doors. In fact, if Hermione hadn't been with her, she would already be lost. Hermione points out everything, from the old paintings that moved, the door at the upper levels as they rode the stairs to another door. Thana couldn't imagine how someone could store so much information in their heads, even information that seemed unimportant. Even so, she followed Hermione quietly, making sure to look at everything she pointed out. She assumed Hermione did not expect her to remember all of this, but she had an uneasy feeling that she should store the tiniest bit of information just in case.
"So, if you're sorted into Gryffindor, this is the way to the dorm rooms," Hermione pointed up towards a painting with a lady on it who was eyeing her with interest. Before the lady could open her mouth, Hermione had raised an arm up to stop her. "Not now, she's not sorted yet and I would hate for you to spoil her with your magnificent singing."
They continue the tour, with Thana just a slight step behind her. Hermione points out the different classrooms, the different dorm rooms, hallways that lead to endless hallways, and the way to the great hall where they would enjoy their meals. Thana notices a slight change in her pace when they reach the hall where Thana had seen a portrait of Dumbledore.
"You've already seen this hall," Hermione glances at her, a look of worry in her face. " This is what we call the hall of heroes, every person whose portrait hangs here fought in the battle of Hogwarts and - well," she doesn't finish it but Thana understands. She walked past the paintings who greeted Hermione with smiles, and looked at Thana with curiosity. She watches as the portraits move, some yawning, some even squeezing into other frames just to follow the two girls walking down the hall.
Thana could feel it on her before she even sees him. Dumbledore. It was the same expression as the last time and Thana couldn't bear to see it. She didn't want him to look at her like that. She wanted to look at her the way he used to, like they had all the time in the world. Like she was special and he wanted her to know that. Now, all she could see in his face was a kind of sadness that reminded her she was half of half. Thana didn't bother looking at his portrait this time around, and Hermione noticed it but decided to quickly pass the hall with a look of sadness towards Dumbledore.
Hermione wondered what the connection was, but knew it was too early for her to ask questions. She could feel a sense of instability within this girl that she didn't know what to make of and she had a feeling no book would tell her what to do. It was times like this that she wished she was as charming as the twins or as empathetic as Harry, but she had to deal with the cards she was given- and one advantage was her being a girl.
The tour was more or less silent with Hermione pointing out the areas to avoid and places where you can go if you just wanted a little extra minutes of privacy. From the overpass that overlooked the lake, she pointed out the forest that surrounded the castle halls, noting the importance of not going into it during the dark. While they were technically living in an era of peace, the centaurs were still dangerous, although Hermione had a feeling Thana could probably hold herself well against them. Aside from the instability, Hermione noted the crushing and almost suffocating energy of power that seemed to pulse out from this small girl. Who was she? And why did she feel so...dangerous? She would have to wait until she could have some private time with Professor Minerva, but she had her suspicions, although her own magical brain refuses to accept it. Later, when the tour is over and Thana excuses herself to rest, Hermione heads to the library, ignoring Dumbledore's portrait as she passes it. She could feel his eyes on him, daring him to just ask him the question. But, if there was one thing Hermione Granger was good at, which was actually a number of things, it was the fact that she could find almost everything about anything through a book- even the things and knowledge she wished she could take back.
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Thana didn't know what to make of the day of her sorting. It wasn't like she was going to stay in this place for long, but she knew that her uncle had his reasons and if staying in Hogwarts kept him safe, she would have to endure. She made her way to the grand hall, just as Hermione had shown her the previous day, and was surprised to find it already packed. She felt a tinge of nervousness, being around so many people made her feel this way. It wasn't because she was nervous around people, it's just that the last time she was surrounded by more than one person, almost all of them had died. The power inside her stirs and she swallows, trying to put it back down. Why did she always have the urge to destroy?
Hermione had explained to her the different houses in Hogwarts. Gryffindor was where Hermione had belonged to and Thana wished she would be sorted into it as well, but after hearing about the qualities of each house, she knew it was an impossible thing. She walked the hall toward the front, conscious of the different eyes on her, she offered a quick glance at the Gryffindor table and sure enough Hermione was there, an encouraging smile on her face and a little wave of her hand. She was seated between Harry and Ron - both of whom Hermione talked very fondly of. She feels an eye on the back of her neck and quickly registers it as danger. When she turns to its direction she lets out the tiniest of breaths. Grey eyes.
She watches the table, splashed in colors of green. Slytherin. When Hermione had talked to her about the different houses, Thana had a feeling she would be put in Slytherin. She would not belong, that was something she knew, but she would also belong - because of who- what she was. She turned away from him, seeing the chair right up front with Professor McGonagall, a disheveled looking hat in her hand. Thana doesn't offer any words and sits down, wanting it to be over right away. Even the headmistress had a look on her face, as if she was afraid what the hat would find.
The moment the hat touched her head, it let out a breath. Thana could feel it trying to dig into her memories. A small part of her wished the hat would be successful. The sorting hat was quiet as Thana stared at the floor.
"Slytherin, ey?" The hat's voice echoes through the great hall, making Thana feel like she was alone and all of these peering faces were just part of her imagination. "Now, why would you assume that is where you belong? Because of the house's reputation? The houses no longer offer those kinds of biases. Although, with power like yours, Slytherin is the best choice."
Thana holds back a sigh. She knew it would be impossible to be sorted to Gryffindor.
"Oh, no, Gryffindor is possible, but it is not for you." The hat says and Thana actually felt heat on her cheeks. Now everyone knew where she wanted to be sorted but the hat wouldn't give it to him.
"No..." The sorting hat continues. "I know the perfect place for you." Thana braces herself, noting the air of tension in the room and the deep sigh that escapes the Headmistress' lips.
"Hufflepuff."
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