Heath was ambivalent about returning to Hogwarts this term and about studying magic in general. He wanted nothing to do with Lucien Rosier and anything he valued to the point that even his own magical ability became an unfortunate similarity. In the end, he decided to come back because his friends were here; that which he loved most was here, and he wasn’t about to leave them alone to face whatever this term threw at them! Turning in his seat, he spotted Claudine at the Slytherin table and gave her a smile and a little wave.

He quickly turned his attention to the sorting, hoping to spot his little cousin Kiara among the first years. Knowing her, she’d probably end up in Gryffindor like the rest of the family. HIs eyes momentarily flicked toward the staff table, taking in the faces both new and old. Seeing Headmaster Trent again was… weird. It was impossible to look at him and not remember the many times being berated by someone who looked exactly like him, but Heath didn’t hold that against Trent because it never was him. Mostly he was just glad to have the headmaster back.

Tearing his eyes away from the front, he glanced down the Ravenclaw table, giving his housemates (Ash, Evan, Ivy, Lia, & Kaira) a polite nod of acknowledgement. “Hey,” he greeted them. The little first year who joined the table (Lisa) got a slight smile. “Welcome to Ravenclaw!” he said. “I’m Heath.”