The six troublemakers look at you, watching how you carry yourself shyly to the Sorting Hat. They were never one to express their emotions, but Merlin, what they would give to feel that gorgeous woman wrapped around their necks… ”GRYFFINDOR!” The Sorting Hat shouts, and each member of the gang scoffs or grumbles in disdain. They adjust their ties, leaning back against the table behind them, waiting to see that gorgeous face of yours.
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