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I got out of bed and went to a place. It was a train station. And I was like, "Why do wizards ride the train if their cars have an invisible option?" OHYEH. I got all mah stuff Diagon Alley, but I was like, "Why would I say where? That's like... just putting brand names on everything. So yeah.
The kids there were like, "Lookit my Nimbus 2000! It's so major!"
And I'm like, "I like my broomstick fine. The brand name's faded out and all, so I have absolutely no idea what it is, but..." I didn't say that, though.
One white-blond boy said, "What's YOUR broomstick called?"
"Er... I... don't know... My mother gave it to me... It was hers and the label's all faded..."
He completely lost interest. "What, are you some kind of mudblood?"
"No. Pure blood through and through! Like a dog!"
"Why like a dog? Are you insulting me?!"
I blinked. He was freaky. "Muggles call their dogs pure-bred if they're all one kind of dog. If they're not pure-bred, they call them mutts or mixes, mutt being the derogatory term. Kind of like the terms Mudblood or Half-Blood."
He didn't say anything so I asked, "What house do you think you'll get?"
"Slytherin, of course. My family..." He drabbled on about how his family had been in Slytherin for generations.
"Oh. I'm just hoping for Hufflepuff. Not all that smart, you see, so not Ravenclaw. Not all that nice, so not Griffindor. I've got a chance in Slytherin, but Hufflepuff sounds better to me. Plus I like the color yellow."
I fell asleep soon after. When I woke up, it was two seconds until we got there. I knew because two seconds later, the train stopped. The boy, his two friends, and I left and went to see a hat about some sorting.
The boy made some conversation with a black-haired boy and a redhead boy. He made some not-so-nice somments about the redhead boy and then the black-haired boy wanted nothing to do with the white-blond boy.
"Draco Malfoy!" was called out at some point. The white-blond boy went to the hat. It instantly stuck in my mind. That boy's name was Draco.
"Slytherin!" was called out the next second. I didn't pay attention to anybody else's names. Either that or I didn't remember them.
"Millie Beezwix!" Ooh, my name!
I went up and the hat sure took its time about it. Well, maybe I could try to give it a suggestion. Hufflepuff sure sounds nice... Then again, I meet the criteria for Slytherin, unless it has to run in the family or I have to be evil... Does this help?
"Hufflepuff!" SWEET!
I sat over with the yellow. I sat next to two others. They told me their names were Nina and Viya. Nina liked to talk about sports like Quidditch. I thought about it and decided not to join in on that. My broom was old and would probably break. Viya wanted to try that dueling thing she'd heard so much about. I wanted to learn a few things. Also, the dueling thing was interesting.
We went to the Common Room. The guy in front said the password and I kept it inside my head.
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Okay, okay, there was not enough crap in there, true. I'll start the spewing next chapter, I pronnis.