Every year, this aged old hat, patched, frayed, and dirty, sorted new students into the four Hogwarts houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin). Harry well remembered putting it on, exactly one year ago, and waiting, petrified, for its decision as it muttered aloud in his ear. For a few horrible seconds he had feared that the hat was going to put him in Slytherin, the house that had turned out more Dark witches and wizards than any other but he had ended up in Gryffindor, along with Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys. Last term, Harry and Ron had helped Gryffindor win the House Championship, beating Slytherin for the first time in seven years.
But when he left the room he found himself facing, not the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, but a torch burning in its bracket on a stone wall. He turned his head slowly to the left. There, at the far end of the windowless passage, was a plain, black door.
"My dear," Lando said, ignoring her coldness toward him, "your beauty isunparalleled. Truly you belong here with us among the clouds."
Levin came back to the house only when they sent to summon to supper. On the stairs were standing Kitty and Agathya Mikhailovna, consulting about wines for supper.
LEONARD (cont'd)I fire a gun.
We HEAR the harsh BUZZ OF an ALARM CLOCK. Vic Damone stillsings "I'M NOBODY'S BABY" elsewhere in the house. Outside, a dog is still BARKING
“Nose out, Ron, or I'll burn that for you too,” said Fred, waving his wand threateningly. “So…you lot got dates for the ball yet?”