In which twelve year-old Albus promises Rose everything she'll need to live happily ever after: lots of books, a place to keep said books dry and someone intelligent to discuss them with.
'Gryffindors Are Suicidal' and other drabbles.
WHEREAS it hath pleased the Almighty Sorting Hat by it's decease and in it's unquestionable wisdom and mercy to sort: Hugo and Lily write home about their sorting.
Her scent, fresh cherry and cotton, invades his senses. The knowledge of the risk they running by doing this here, that at any moment almost anyone in the Weasley/Potter/Malfoy/Lupin/Whoever clan could walk in on them, that their secret could come out...