Yo! Another year, another crop of wobble-eyed first years - hallo, babies! Uncle Oscar won't bite, but watch out for Potter- speaking of which, Jamesy, how'd little Albus manage to get sorted to Slytherin? Must've bribed the hat - I wish I'd thought of it! I'd have made quite the strapping Hufflepuff, wouldn't you agree? But no, my brain was as wee
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