"Or maybe," Adam said, looking at Pete with a raised eyebrow, "you should consider that your system itself lends to stereotyping because you've chosen to separate eleven-year-olds based on some arbitrary system that selects qualities innately present in everyone but saints and devils." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, daring Pete to tell him that he was wrong.
"Your school has divided them based on shallow, one-dimensional characterizations," Adam continued. "And some of them live up to it. So forgive me if I think it's probably a legitimately good idea to pair some pig-headed Gryffindor" (he might have put particular emphasis on this phrase and given Pete a very pointed look, because if Adam had an overdeveloped sense of expertise, Pete possibly had some kind of overdeveloped sense of loyalty and fucking honor or some shit like that, and if that wasn't completely just like every other Gryffindor he was going to eat his boots) "with a bratty, obnoxious Slytherin, then mediate them with a Ravenclaw who thinks they're always right and a Hufflepuff who will inevitably say 'guys-can't-we-just-all-get-along' without the need to choke the other three in the end."