Stepping into the common room, I dreaded the year to come. I made my way to my dorm, my roommate Pansy Parkinson glaring daggers at the back of my head.
It was nothing new though. All the slytherins had a strong dislike for me.
Why you may ask?
Well I suppose I should explain a tad bit about myself.
I am a Weasley. By adoption, but a Weasley still in all technicality.
Now I know you're most likely wondering how a Weasley got sorted into Slytherin. Well I'm getting to that.
I apparently had several traits of a Slytherin: Cleverness, determination, resourcefulness, and being highly ambitious. As well as being a supposed skilled wizard for only being about to start my third year.
So, despite my protests, I had been placed into the Slytherin house.
I sighed and set the cage that housed my albino Weasel, MoMo, down on my night stand. I had just retrieved him from the Slytherin dungeon/common room after bringing my trunk up to my room.
I opened the door to my fuzzy companion's cage, taking him out and placing him next to me on my bed. I lied down and stared at the ceiling as he climbed up onto my stomach, wanting attention. I obliged, petting the cute mammal. I blew a few locks of my dirty blonde hair from my emerald colored eyes.
"I hope this year is different..."
Every year, every damn year, as soon as I see her step into the common room, I can't take my eyes off of her. And I could tell, this year wouldn't differ at all.
Her blonde hair that looked as though it would be ever so soft to the touch. Her brilliant green eyes. Her pale skin. Her subtle curves as she grew older...
Why can't I keep my mind off of that damn Weasley girl!?
'But she isn't really a Weasley. She doesn't resemble them in the slightest! ' A smug voice in the back of my head rang out.
'Well she's damn close enough!' I shouted internally.
I hate her, and she certainly hates me. Why the bloody hell did she have to be placed In Slytherin of all houses? It's plainly obvious she hates all of us...or maybe that's only because we all hate her?
Well regardless, it's no matter I need to concern myself with. Hopefully I'll be freed from her troublesome charm soon.
"I hate this! I wish she was where she belongs, here in Gryffindor! How the hell did one of us get placed into...Slytherin?" Fred spat the last word as though it was profanity, then plopping himself down onto the couch in the Gryffindor common room next to his twin.
George didn't need to use his twin-lepathy to know this was coming. One of them always stated it. And Ron would always sit across from the two of them, looking defeated. He would get over it though after a night of sleep, ready to take on his role of one of the golden trio members.
Fred and George however were bothered quite a bit more however, seeing as their adoptive sister had always been a welcomed addition to the, previously, Troublesome Duo. They were now however the Troublesome Triple.
"We'll see her passing in the halls I'm sure!" George tried to brighten the mood, failing though as his own cheeriness began fading a smidge.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: yes, yes...I know I have too many stories! but i keep getting ides for new ooonnnneeesss! I'M SORRY (not sorry)