<strong>Karin Blutfremd</strong><br/><br/>Karin rolled her eyes a little at how the purebloods stuck to their traditions, a fact clearly shown by how there were almost no families with at least one child in Slytherin that didn't have<em>all</em>of their children in Slytherin. Since the houses were Sorted more by personality and virtues rather than any conscious choice, she didn't understand why parents would pressure their children to get into one in particular, but then again, most people didn't live by logic like her.<br/><br/>"It'll be sad to see him go," Karin referred to Slughorn. "He's helped me out a lot on my way to becoming a potioneer. At least, he did my first few years..." The lady Ravenclaw muttered the last part with just a hint of spite mixed into the words. Like most of the professors, Slughorn had been encouraging early in her school career, believing she would find a wand eventually and, like Dumbledore promised, her magic would blossom. Coming up to her sixth year, though, she still had nothing, so he generally only helped her when it came to dangerous potions and spent the rest of his time working with students who were magically capable, such as Evans or Snape.<br/><br/>Karin left her thoughts just in time to hear Symphony bring up the hope that there would be a ball, a hope she didn't share (she had been asked to the previous one by a handsome Gryffindor who, as it turned out, was just looking to get a quick snog or more in one of the empty corridors, so she got out of that situation very fast), and then the hope that they would be able to go to Hogsmeade, a hope she did share. "I'd love to go, but they're probably going to lock down the school or something since the war's getting worse." The redheaded German loved the simple peace of the snowy town, which was generally a lot quieter than either Hogwarts or London. Plus, a nice, cold butterbeer was quite possibly her favorite thing in the world.