Red, Yellow, Blue, or Green?
June 25th, 2025 - Afternoon
After obtaining her wand, she headed to Madam Malkin's to purchase her uniform.
The cute, purple shop was tightly packed with students of all ages, some already in uniforms, and others getting measured for their first.
An assistant walked up to her.
"Hello dear, here for your Hogwarts uniforms?"
She nodded.
"Right this way then!"
She led her to a small circular platform facing a mirror and instructed her to step on. Surrounding her were similar platforms. Other first-years were getting measured, while some older students were getting their old uniforms adjusted to accommodate sudden growth spurts.
"Arms out!"
She held her arms out as the assistant charmed a measuring tape to measure her proportions, while a floating notebook and quill jotted down her measurements.
The process repeated for several minutes, especially as the assistant got distracted while chatting up some of her nearby colleagues.
To distract herself from her sore arms, she looked around the room.
Two older Gryffindor students were looking at scarves and jumpers.
Her eyes wandered back to her reflection in the mirror, draped with a (currently) ill-fitting plain black uniform.
She wondered how she'd feel wearing the Gryffindor red-and-gold.
For one thing, it was her mother's house, although her mom always felt like she belonged in Hufflepuff. Noa supposed she wouldn't mind being in Gryffindor; it would bring her closer to her mother's experience at Hogwarts, but she felt a lingering sentiment that it didn't suit her. She didn't consider herself to be cowardly, but not particularly brave either. She always avoided unnecessary risk, even necessary risk; the carts at Gringotts alone had been enough to rattle her. Perhaps this wasn't the house for her.
Her mother's second choice, Hufflepuff, seemed completely unfitting. She cringed slightly at the thought of getting sorted into there. She wasn't mean, only standoffish, but niceties weren't one of her dominant traits. She would definitely not be sporting yellow.
Perhaps she'd be a Slytherin? Some of her relatives got sorted into there, albeit very few. She was ambitious, always striving to be the best at everything, and she was incredibly resourceful. Perhaps...green?
Her mind drifted to the remaining house, Ravenclaw. Blue. This one may be evenly matched with Slytherin. She was always incredibly clever for her age, and she enjoyed learning, always asking her teachers for more difficult assignments and scouring the library for books beyond her years. She even studied languages for fun. This one does seem like the textbook choice, but she was impartial to wearing either blue or green.
After what seemed like ages, she was finally released from the platform, with several pairs of uniforms for different seasons perfectly measured in a lavender bag.
She met her mother outside, waiting for her, carrying a few supplies.
"Look at you!" She beamed at her daughter.
She did a little twirl for her mother, showing off the black uniform.
As they headed towards Flourish and Blotts for her textbooks, she asked her mother the same question she'd been asking all summer.
"Mom? What house do you think I'll get sorted into?"
Predictably, her mother answered the same way as always.
"It doesn't matter to me which house you'll end up in; I'll still be proud of you all the same. Don't worry about it too much, I never met anyone who felt like the hat put them in the wrong house, it always knows you better than you know yourself."
Naturally, this didn't satisfy her, but she knew no probing would change the answer, as her mother clearly didn't want her to have any bias or anxiety when it came to the sorting ceremony.
After obtaining her wand, she headed to Madam Malkin's to purchase her uniform.
The cute, purple shop was tightly packed with students of all ages, some already in uniforms, and others getting measured for their first.
An assistant walked up to her.
"Hello dear, here for your Hogwarts uniforms?"
She nodded.
"Right this way then!"
She led her to a small circular platform facing a mirror and instructed her to step on. Surrounding her were similar platforms. Other first-years were getting measured, while some older students were getting their old uniforms adjusted to accommodate sudden growth spurts.
"Arms out!"
She held her arms out as the assistant charmed a measuring tape to measure her proportions, while a floating notebook and quill jotted down her measurements.
The process repeated for several minutes, especially as the assistant got distracted while chatting up some of her nearby colleagues.
To distract herself from her sore arms, she looked around the room.
Two older Gryffindor students were looking at scarves and jumpers.
Her eyes wandered back to her reflection in the mirror, draped with a (currently) ill-fitting plain black uniform.
She wondered how she'd feel wearing the Gryffindor red-and-gold.
For one thing, it was her mother's house, although her mom always felt like she belonged in Hufflepuff. Noa supposed she wouldn't mind being in Gryffindor; it would bring her closer to her mother's experience at Hogwarts, but she felt a lingering sentiment that it didn't suit her. She didn't consider herself to be cowardly, but not particularly brave either. She always avoided unnecessary risk, even necessary risk; the carts at Gringotts alone had been enough to rattle her. Perhaps this wasn't the house for her.
Her mother's second choice, Hufflepuff, seemed completely unfitting. She cringed slightly at the thought of getting sorted into there. She wasn't mean, only standoffish, but niceties weren't one of her dominant traits. She would definitely not be sporting yellow.
Perhaps she'd be a Slytherin? Some of her relatives got sorted into there, albeit very few. She was ambitious, always striving to be the best at everything, and she was incredibly resourceful. Perhaps...green?
Her mind drifted to the remaining house, Ravenclaw. Blue. This one may be evenly matched with Slytherin. She was always incredibly clever for her age, and she enjoyed learning, always asking her teachers for more difficult assignments and scouring the library for books beyond her years. She even studied languages for fun. This one does seem like the textbook choice, but she was impartial to wearing either blue or green.
After what seemed like ages, she was finally released from the platform, with several pairs of uniforms for different seasons perfectly measured in a lavender bag.
She met her mother outside, waiting for her, carrying a few supplies.
"Look at you!" She beamed at her daughter.
She did a little twirl for her mother, showing off the black uniform.
As they headed towards Flourish and Blotts for her textbooks, she asked her mother the same question she'd been asking all summer.
"Mom? What house do you think I'll get sorted into?"
Predictably, her mother answered the same way as always.
"It doesn't matter to me which house you'll end up in; I'll still be proud of you all the same. Don't worry about it too much, I never met anyone who felt like the hat put them in the wrong house, it always knows you better than you know yourself."
Naturally, this didn't satisfy her, but she knew no probing would change the answer, as her mother clearly didn't want her to have any bias or anxiety when it came to the sorting ceremony.