"So... this is Hogwarts."

It took a short moment until Rhojeka noticed that nobody was listening to her. The other students of this gigantic school complex, with an architecture that reminded her somewhat of the towers and temples in Ezdarail, stormed past her towards the gates with an astonishing enthusiasm. Hardly had she ever seen students being so eager to go to school. But she felt it herself - the excitement of this new place, new people to meet and new magic to learn. Almost as if she was as young as the students around her.

But... what kind of magic was this? When she looked at her hands, she saw small and cute little hands, like those of a child. She touched her hair and found it tied into two long pigtails, like she had worn them ages ago. She knew she had the experience of a grown woman, all those years as a travelling bard and as a scholar of elemental magic granted by Elstar... but everything else had regressed to the age of a child.

And then the urge was overwhelming, and she started to run herself. Everything about her arrival went past her like a blurry whirlwind, too fast to actually contemplate anything. Finally, there was the question which house she shall join, and she was sat on the chair, with the old hat placed on her brown hair. It smelled... odd. As Rhojeka sniffed a little, the hat seemed to be taken aback by that. But finally it rendered judgment:

Hufflepuff.

Rhojeka didn't know what it meant, but she saw her housemates cheering as her house was announced, and the look of their auras pleased her. It seemed like those were the right people for her - not just students, but friends who helped each other and had a strong sense of justice. She was eager to meet them, knowing that she would be part of this big group and would be able to rely on any of them, as well as they would be relying on her. Also, as she learned soon, the house of Hufflepuff showed a thirst for knowledge that was already her own.

She would feel home here, no doubt.