As every day thought, "Dear me, I'm so glad the Sorting didn't put into my house. Just imagine..."
Then he usually danced through the dungeons a bit and laughed and filled the rooms with joy and delight.

No-one knew. That was his secret.

No-one? No, of course knew, he had his spies everywhere. He had loved to join dancing but he was much too sensitive to embarrass . So he danced for himself and the other headmasters in his office.

In the meantime, thought, "If only knew... I her so... I want to write a poem! You are beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, it's true..." He sang along in the dormitory. Of course, the others noticed. But they were much too reasonable to give him the feeling of being observed.

, as usual, dreamt of his glorious future: "And then I go to Mordor and kill Voldemort. Or go to Neverland and kill Saruman? Or beat Darth Vader in the Ministry of Magic? Damn, I shouldn't have watched the whole Special-edition-Fantasy-film-box yesterday..." He scratched his head for a while, but then, luckily, he realised again the poster in front of him, saying:
I AM NOT !

Afterwards he simply forgot about his problem and went smiling through the castle, pretending to know what he was doing.



Oh wait, something is wrong...