Sylvester had managed to slowly make his way back over to the Gryffindor table where people had been clapping when he'd been sorted. At least he'd gotten half of what he wanted, he was in the house he wanted but now Kahlan was a Slytherin... they'd definitely have to find a place to go and chat after all this was over. They could make their friendship work, even without lazy Saturdays in the same common room.
Sly sat himself down casually looking up and down the table. Well he'd always liked the colour red... though that red cup in front of him was bothering him for some reason. Still the first year just shrugged it off, not really knowing what to do now that he was sitting at the table. |