Siwan was not known for being loud and boisterous. Quite the opposite. She was calm, quiet bordering on completely silent, but that was not so. She merely hadn't had the time to get to know people here. To forge the bonds that would allow her to be comfortable. To call this place home like she had for Hogwarts at one time. Thinking of the great castle and its cool stone hallways caused an ache in her chest that wouldn't go away for hours. The ache didn't go away this time. It stayed, picking at the back of her mind, tightening up in her chest till she felt she was going to burst.
She didn't have a yearbook or record of her class like the 7th year students got. She only had the scrapbook that she and her roommates had put together during her time there. Uncle Ash - professor? No It was all weird and confusing to see him here. Last they met, they were somewhere in Europe. Siwan was still an awkward preteen, but he was Dads friend, and from what she remembered, he was a nice person, even if he wasn't always exactly nice. It did get her thinking though, about school, and she flipped through her scrapbook of photos. familiar faces left continents away moving across the page.
There was a photo in there, of Siwan standing in a teachers office in front of a wall of photos. Just above her shoulder, a photo of two young men. one of them her father, and the other, a young but unmistakable Ash. The Ravenclaw colors vibrant against the black uniforms of the school. Without much warning, she jumped up from her bed, the scrapbook clutched to her chest and she tore through the halls. first, she went to the Health Professors office. No, that wasn't right. He was in a different building now. Some sort of administrative thing.
She didn't even so much as knock. She just burst into the office and slammed the scrapbook on his desk, the wrong page open but she flipped ot the right one before she pointed to the picture. "How the bloody hell did you get put into Ravenclaw?! Why didn't you say anything?"