Ravenclaw

“Let's go, Ravenclaws!” Kristen cheered loudly. Lizbeth laughed and nudged her in the arm. “You're such a dork,” she told her. “They're just warming up.”

“I've always thought of myself as more of a Ravenclaw.”

“I know we've met, but I'm Tom. Law.” “And I'm Will,” I said. “English.” She rolled her eyes. “I'm Ella. Ravenclaw.”