Tears were welling in her eyes when she folded her robes, the red and yellow scarf, a Gryffindor broach, and a red and yellow headband. She ought to feel grateful she didn’t get expelled but for some reason, this felt even more personal. Like part of her identity was ripped from her. All her friends were Gryffindors. Now she was a nobody. For the next month, she was a guest everywhere with no home of her own.