For once in her life, as much as she hated it, she was glad to be in Gryffindor. The house that had once warred with her original one, and seemed to be even more so in this day and age. She was glad to be friends with the boy that contained a piece of her brother's soul in him though, if only to feel the warmth she didn't often feel anymore other than when the voice in her head spoke to her. Although, she still didn't exactly like the fact that someone not of their blood held such a precious object within them, and that her brother decided to gift him with such a thing.