Jeremy Tang's Sort

Jeremy sat waiting outside Rebecca Wolff's office.

Heck, he hadn't even known he had been coming to this place, let alone, when the realization and responsibility of being of noble blood, and Pure-blood, came crashing down on his shoulders, the only child.

All these thoughs converged on him like fog, mist, as he waited for Wolff to call his name.

"TANG!"

Rebecca screamed.

Why, why, why was it her responsibility to be stuck up here all day sorting the little ickle firsties each day, every day, all day.

When it wasn't sortings it was paperwork, which she despised as well.

Stupid Ministry prats! Sticking their noses right in the thick of our business!

The boy entered, Becca could tell he was Asian, and thought the name sounded vaguely familiar.


"So. I want this over with. Where do you belong?"

"Good. So I'm not the only one that wants this done."

Jeremy tried not to roll his eyes.

"Honestly, I know they're completely different, but I would be a Leise, or a Schlau."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"What's your personality, Tang? What are you like?"

She queried.

Herself, she had been a Schlau, but she hated Morgan. He was a complete and utter idiot.

"I don't know. I'm a thinker. And I was born into, strictly, a Pure-blood family. Plus, you could say all my wizarding friends are idiots."

He told Wolff, half-smirking.

Rebecca laughed.

"Schlau!"

she told the boy, smirking and finally remembering the pure-blood name.

Do yourself well, Tang!

"Now out. I have more to sort."