Her gaze went to the carriage which had been unpacked before hers. The coat-of-arms on its door bore a ducal coronet, and by straining her eyes she thought she could make out a roaring red and gold lion. The House of Weasley, then. Gryffindor had arrived. Her suspicions were confirmed when a tall, lanky young man with flaming hair appeared from around the carriage and walked up the castle steps.