He’s not able to contain the proud smile any longer.

“Brilliant,” he replies. He sits a moment in thoughtful silence. “We don’t know whether Portico has wizardry or not. In my birth world, you don’t find out, sometimes, until a child receives their letter from Hogwarts on their eleventh birthday. Ravenclaw is the House for the children for whom intellectual pursuits are the focus.”

Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too terrible. Neither would Hufflepuff. Tom mostly hopes no letter appears at all.