"Oh, yeah," It seemed rather anticlimactic honestly. "I don’t think very many people were pleased. It was a toss-up actually, between Slytherin and Gryffindor. The Hat contemplated Ravenclaw as well, but he put me in Slytherin. Gave me the bloody creeps, that thing" Harry shivered a little at the reminder. Speaking of reminders — "Every other student got cheers and warm welcomes. All I got was a bunch of silence," Harry grumbled, flipping onto his back. He sat up angrily. "So, I had to fix that. I may have been dramatic at the table, other than when I got political, which I shouldn't have done. I know, I know. But, well. If people wanted to stare —and they were. They were staring so hard. Bloody bore a hole in my poor head. So I went to the top of the table, and greeted my House properly," Harry wasn't paying attention to see his parents following his words with rapt attention, very invested in this story. "And then," his voice was actually rather close to a squeal now, excitement mounting. "All of them pick themselves up and bow back. It was wonderful. Like a scene straight out of one of those films Sirius took us to see. He'd be very proud I reckon. But they only greeted me by Potter," Harry's voice dipped low into something wicked. "And I had the attention of the who Great Hall on me anyway, so of course I had to remind them all I am also heir of House Black. Malfoy didn't seem very pleased," he finally finished, chest heaving a little. He studied his curtains, mind still racing. 