Edward rubbed his chin and looked to the sky as he thought. His red hair glinted gold in the sunlight. "I reckon it’ll be Drusilla Bones, from Gryffindor, or maybe Cassandra Shacklebolt from Hufflepuff." Edward paused for a moment and huffed. "Or I guess Riddle, much as I don’t want to see a Slytherin chosen." Edward’s taunt was a soft tease, rather than the vitriolic aggression Harry would have expected from a Gryffindor in his own time. The Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry was much more friendly in the 40s. Harry wondered what had caused it to sour, and assumed – perhaps uncharitably – that it was another ill he could put at Voldemort’s feet.