She was nervous. They were on the train. Almost there. Almost at Hogwarts. Almost. And once they got there... the Sorting.
"Ravenclaw sounds nice, don't you think, Parvati?"
"Ravenclaw?" her sister said, looking surprised.
"Yeah, Ravenclaw. They value intelligence. It sounds good, don't you think?"
"Gryffindor's got to be better. I mean, imagine all the fun they'd have. And they—you know—they make a difference."
"Knowledge," Padma said, "makes plenty of a difference."
"But they might never do anything with it without courage, you know?"
"I suppose that's true," she said.
"Well, whatever House we end up in, it'll be the same one."
"Agreed. But what if—"
"I'll switch. One of us will switch. So we can be together. We have to be together, Padma."
"You know you can't do that!"
"Then we'll have to end up together the first time."
Separated. They're separated. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
Their prefects are leading them off.
"You've always been too daring—" Padma said to her sister, as she catches a glimpse of her.
"You've always been too—" Parvati hesitated "—too know-it-all-ish."
"Excellent adjective," Padma said harshly. "I'm surprised you're not with me, with such extraordinary use of the English language."
"See—that's the thing, isn't it? You're always making these speeches. Like that'll do anything in the end. Like that will make a difference."
"And shouting like mad will?"
"Well, if you're going to be stubborn—"
"Says the Gryffindor."
"—then I suppose it doesn't matter if we're in different Houses, does it? Because I don't have a sister." And with that, she ran toward the front of the group of Gryffindors.
"Parvati—" her sister called, but it was far too late. The Gryffindors were already far away, and Padma's own housemates were moving further and further from her.
So she hurried off to join them, even though she would have much rather stayed behind.
"You're an idiot," said Parvati. "You know that?"
Padma merely looked at the ground.
"I was making friends, you know. Lavender Brown—she's really nice. Can't you just leave me alone?"
"Sorry," Padma muttered. She was playing with a strand of her hair, her brown eyes staring determinedly everywhere but her sister.
"Sorry?" Parvati repeated, looking outraged. "You nearly break into our common room, and that's all you say—sorry?"
"Well," Padma said in a tone straining for composer, "if you're not going to accept my apology, I guess that's it."
The seconds seemed to go be extraordinarily slowly.
"Wait—" Parvati said suddenly. "Padma?"
"So, we're—um—sisters again?"
AN: I'm posting a lot of fics, today, it seems. Without bothering to be a perfectionist. So if you hate these, I don't blame you. But hopefully you don't. Hopefully you like them. Hopefully you love them. That'd be brilliant. But no matter, thanks for reading.