Mentioning @Estelle Nyx

Simon watched as Estelle strolled away with her blond shoulder-length hair waving in the mild evening breeze. Crickets could be heard from the forest and the moon shone like a great lantern on the pitch black sky, illuminating the way through the forest to the Great lake where he knew boats were waiting to take them to the school. The day was coming to an end, but not before he would gaze upon the Gothic medieval castle for the very first time and enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But from all of a sudden a tingling feeling rose in his stomach (and it was not the good kind of tingling). Estelle was going to be sorted into one of the four houses. Unless he got sorted into the same house as her, he did not know anybody at all. After all, there was only a seventy-five percents chance that he would end up in one of the other houses. And what if the Sorting Hat could not place him? Maybe he did not fit in at Hogwarts at all? He suddenly realized that he missed Estelle's bombardment of questions. Questions that could occupy his mind with something else than his own intrusive worries. But before the Sorting Ceremony could begin – boats where waiting for them at the docks.