Thornton walked over to the Ravenclaw table immediately after being directed there by the Sorting Hat. It occurred to him as he was walking about how supremely ancient that relic was and how he should have savored the moment more.

Looking back over his shoulder back at the stool, he felt a pang of regret for not having realized in the moment.

Turning back to the table, Thornton slipped onto the bench. Looking up and down the row, he wondered if any of the few people he'd met had been sorted into Ravenclaw too.