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Five years later, Noah still hasn't mastered the art of not being groggy after a day of travelling. Yes, there was a feast to look forward to, despite the events of last term and terms before that, but having to show life after a long train ride just wasn't his forte. Sighing, he managed to find the table that belonged to the Lions of Hogwarts looking tired and ready to call it a night.
He naturally gravitated towards Cece, and managed to get a seat near her. A wave and a tired grin was given to his childhood friend, and proceeded to mind his own business. He really wasn't in the mood to chat, nor to exert an effort to look happy. He was tired, hungry, and...
Oh. Oh. Uncle Oakey!
Noah let out a long sigh as he stared at his godfather amongst the adults up the dais, and sincerely got worried about his well-being. To the boy, the man already looked somewhat...lost, and sort of frozen in his seat. Could it be that something bad already happened? With his uncle Oakey, er... Professor Gunter, one can never be too sure.
However, he was ready to understand his godfather's worries because he'd be very aware of the existence of three Mordaunt kids in school. A few years ago, one of those kids had sent him a parliament of owls-- demanding him to convince their dad to give them a puppy. Said child was also not aware that their godfather was mightily terrified of owls.
...and said child just got sorted in Hufflepuff. Noah, lost in his thoughts, blinked and clapped absent-mindedly with the badgers as he watched his sister take off the Sorting Hat rather unceremoniously to join her house.
Noah can already hear their mother squeal in excitement. What joy.
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