Expecting to be kept waiting, either by circumstance or, more likely, design, she settled by her fireplace with a book on ancient rites. She smiled to herself, sometimes muggles had the right of it, the old ways were the best ways. This particular copy appeared in her trunk at the beginning of 6th year, not long before the castle helped her discover the genealogy charm. It wanted her to remember what Dumbledore forced her to forget: the unending hat stall until she requested Gryffindor, her mother's Hufflepuff crest earrings, Great-great-great Grandmother Clarke's prized silver with Ravenclaw's eagle crest on the handles, and playing in the garden pretending to understand the snake that lived in the pond. She remembered his amusement at being referred to as Sir Hiss from Disney's Robin Hood cartoon. Guilty, she wondered if he was still there. She hadn't thought to check when her memories came rushing back. A firm knock interrupted her thoughts, "Enter."