Chapter 18
Harry landed, a tad bit ungracefully, and rolled as the Bludger made another swipe at him. Xiomera flicked out her wand and summoned it back to her, as well as the Quaffle Harry had dropped in favour of not getting hit on the head. “Well done Harry!” Xiomera congratulated as the broom was passed to her. The boy only smiled, blushing faintly. “Thank you ma’am,” he said, less sharper then earlier. “Now, I want you out here on the Quidditch pitch at 10 sharp every morning. You’ll be using the same broom- I’ll keep it up by my office for you- and you’re to practice flying by yourself for however long until I come and join you. Understand?” He nodded. “Yes ma’am,”
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Entering the Great Hall, Harry shook off some of the dirt he’d managed to collect on his jacket in the entryway, before going to sit at a table.
The sheer emptiness of the hall was unnerving to him. It was like the dining hall in Dauntless or Camp, but with 99% less people, less chaos, and less noise. According to one of the books in his room, Hogwarts: A History, each of the four tables, colour coded in red, green, blue, and yellow, represented each of the houses. Red was Gryffindor, house of the Brave. From what he could tell, they shared a lot of similarities with Dauntless, which made him wonder if choosing the Head of Slytherin was a good idea. Then again, it wasn’t like there was a faction equivalent of Slytherin, with either Candor or Erudite being the closest match. It was more like if the Hades and Athena cabin had merged together into one singular group.
The Hufflepuffs, the yellow table, was reminiscent of Amity, with some Abnegation qualities. He had a sneaking suspicion though, that kindness and community wasn’t the only thing the house had going for them. Something about the way historians had described Helga Hufflepuff had him thinking that, with minimal effort, some of them could disguise themselves as Slytherins.
The red table was the Gryffindor table. House of the brave and reckless, just like his faction; the Dauntless. If he’d known that earlier, he maybe would have chosen the emerald-eyed witch over the dungeons, but the dark dampness had appealed to the Addams part of him, far more fresh then the Dauntless training.
The Ravenclaws, with their bronze and blue colour scheme, had so much similarities to the Erudite that the first time he’d read about them, it gave him such a rush of longing for Dauntless that it had surprised him, and he’d had to put the book down briefly just to mentally re-prepare himself for it.
A house, dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, reading books with a feverish fervour. Like the Erudite children at The Lower Levels, spending all of lunch gathered under the tree at the front, shaking their heads at Harry and his friends. He was honestly, really, really tempted to ask to switch houses, but he liked the dungeon.