A perfect fit
Our tale starts in Merope's dorm at Ilvermorny. The Headmistress Isolt is checking up on her.
Isolt asked, "Are you happy with the house that you were sorted into?"
Merope smiled. "Yes, I feel that Thunderbird is the perfect fit for me."
Isolt said, "I'm glad to see you so happy. You're like a completely different girl from the one that I met in that dismal house all that time ago."
Merope beamed, "I am a different girl and it's all thanks to you, Headmistress."
Isolt insisted, "Call me Issy, Merope."
Merope smirked. "Only when we're alone, I hope?"
Isolt nodded and grinned. "Of course, I wouldn't want any of my students to think that I have a favourite."
Merope stated, "It's strange being here away from my father and brother, but I'm starting to think that I like it here and that I like you too, Issy."
Isolt replied, "I like you too, Merope."