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Getting judged by a hat. This was just another thing to add to Mitchell's ever growing list of reasons he should have stayed in New York.
Of course, he didn't have much of a choice now. He was in some place called Scotland, according to Grace, after an entire day on a supposedly magic train. Yeah, train, you weren't fooling him. He saw the steam chimneys. It was non-magic.
Mitchell took a deep breath and sat on the stool while the hat was placed on his head. Cool. Now what? Was it supposed to do something? He swung his feet and waited for whatever was supposed to happen. Meanwhile his mind drifted. At least the hat ended up on his head. He was honestly starting to worry it would end up on his foot the way his experiences over here was going.
"Gryffindor!" a loud unexpected voice said. He blinked several times. He supposed that was what he was waiting for.
Now...
Where exactly was this Griffin Door?
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