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Darla sat down on the grass about 10 feet away from the lake thinking to her self. Her sister Liz's face was so shocked after the hat had said she was in Gryffindor. She knew they weren't close but that had stung a little. There was a slight breeze that played through her blonde hair. "She prolly thinks I'm like the rest of the family, in to the dark arts" she breathed. Darla looked out on to the water. Water,along with fire, had always calmed her. So Darla sat there...thinking.