Returning my gaze back to the Ravenclaw table, I scooted in next to Luna. We all waited anxiously for the first years to start arriving. Seeing new faces at Hogwarts was refreshing. Once they were all in the Great Hall, the sorting hat started to sing its yearly song. Normally I tune the song out, as well as Dumbledore’s speech, but there was something different about this song. The hat sang of unity in the face of darkness. The hat had a way of being clairvoyant in a way. It made me remember my own sorting. That still left many questions, unanswered. I remember the words that spoke in my mind, clear as day.