"It seems very much like you just walked in and were quite unhappy about it."

Shea had walked into the ruins of a childhood home and run into a woman who was once a friend who could very well now choose to bring her in or kill her on the spot if she wanted to and be perfectly justified in doing so. It was hard to think of a reason she might not have been happy to see the place or enjoy the company while she was there. The house elves were pleasant, though. And the food was good, so maybe she should just drop everything to go save the school! Whatever that meant.

"Attack is only a hyperbole," Shea assured her. "He dropped on my head out of nowhere and decided to chat. But at least he asked before we went to the castle." Where this was a moment to give Janiqwerty a meaningful look and potentially make her feel something for her presumption, Shea kept her eyes on her cup and took a drink. "Neither of you have given me a reason to drop everything and come help you do... whatever it is you're planning to do. I get the feeling you don't even have an end goal, here. We aren't kids anymore. Defeat the monsters isn't going to do it. Telling people they have to drop everything and help is not a recruitment strategy."

And Shea needed a better reason than some sort of implied destiny. No one had said it yet, but the word lingered over this whole ventured. The Sorting Hat thought she was important and didn't know why. She could already think of several reasons, all of them backfiring miserably and leaving her in the same position as she was so many years ago.