Oliver's eyes darted around as he entered the Great Hall. It was difficult to believe that once upon a time, both boys and girls could roam the castle freely. Now it was nothing of its former glory. Any evidence of the former Houses, founded by the<span style="font-style: italic">Founders of Hogwarts themselves </span>were done away. Who decided that it was such a smart decision?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Okay, okay,</span>she conceded. Maybe she was the tiniest bit bitter. But honestly, who decided to literally roll back the clock and land them in this situation? Once someone gets a taste in freedom, they never want to return. She could only imagine how her ancestors would have been overjoyed in being able to learn magic that wasn't domestic training. Imagine that, living at home, all day, rearing children for them to either be enrolled in a place like Hogwarts, or stuck in the same situation Oliver was in now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not entirely similar,</span>a small voice in her head shot back. They were right, of course. No child was casually taken away from their school at eleven, only to be disguised as a boy for seven years. Maybe even the rest of her life. She looked at her hands, ones that she had gotten used to over the course of the last six years. The hands she may need to learn to live with for the rest of her life. It was like having her identity erased entirely. No, it was.<br/><br/>Oliver sighed, and looked around for a seat. He was early enough, as boys behind her were running in and greeting their friends and finding seats. She was just glad that there were others with her.