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escape from the Sorting Room ((closed for Rory, Amy and the Doctor))
So, Rory was in Gryffindor. House of the brave (and the matchmakers, apparently). Part of him was flattered, even if the decision had been made by a sentient and very disturbing piece of headgear.
And he was out of that room. He leaned against the wall for a moment, with a deep sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was find Amy and the Doctor. And find out where Gryffindor House was, and the Hospital Wing, and where to get a magic wand...
Before those last two, though, he was going to wash his hair a lot. He reached up and touched it, gingerly. Rory had no idea what 'hattergroit' was, or if it could affect humans, but he wasn't taking any chances.
And he was out of that room. He leaned against the wall for a moment, with a deep sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was find Amy and the Doctor. And find out where Gryffindor House was, and the Hospital Wing, and where to get a magic wand...
Before those last two, though, he was going to wash his hair a lot. He reached up and touched it, gingerly. Rory had no idea what 'hattergroit' was, or if it could affect humans, but he wasn't taking any chances.