Vasya looked around her nervously. Could it really be true that all these other children were special too? She was used to being different, to being the only one who could see the creatures around her. But these other children were all looking at them too. And none of them seemed afraid.
This strange contraption she was riding on was nice as well. Much warmer than a sledge. And it moved so quickly! Yet she wondered why it was such a vivid red. Was there a purpose to that, somehow?
One boy, however, looked at her angrily. She glanced away quickly, unsure what she had done to offend him. When she chanced to peek at him again a few moments later he was still staring at her, fire in his eyes. She stole a look at her sister out of the corner of her eye. Olga didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong. Vasya tried to ignore the boy, but that horrible feeling in the center of her chest would not go away.
“Olga, can we go sit somewhere else?” Vasya whispered to her sister.
“Of course not. Hush,” Olga scolded, eyes never leaving her book.
Vasya crossed her arms and slouched in her chair. Exactly as she thought, this place would be just like every other place she’d ever been, full of silly rules. Fine, she’d run away before, she would just run away again.
Hmmm, this is interesting. Because Vasya is, without a doubt, very courageous. Often to the point of acting without thinking. But while she might not always think things all the way through, she is incredibly wise in the old ways. Her open-mindedness allows her to see and understand things other people miss. She also refuses to be constrained by society’s expectations for her. While she could go in either house, I imagine she would have looked up to Rowena, a fellow woman breaking the mold.
Sorting Hat Says: RAVENCLAW!