Peck. Peck. Peck.
It was Prim's 12th birthday and an owl came to the window. The owl found a small opening and dropped the letter with the return adress of Hogwarts school of whichcraft and wizardry. Us both muggle-borns, was quite an uncommon occurence to find in a pair. I'm 17. September 1 tomorrow. We should get ready. Prim can use my old stuff. She won't mind, we aren't the most rich. My dad died in a factory accident awhile ago.
10:55 a.m. King's Cross station.
"C'mon Prim!" I say. "We're going to be late!"
We ran as fast as we could into the barrier. We made it, with just seconds to spare. Her first year and my last year. I wonder if she'll be a Gryffindor like me. She isn't a Slytherin. She doesn't seem as if she'll do quidditch like me. We'll see.
The train leaves the station. Gale is in Slytherin. We're best friends. Often our houses are enimies, but we have so much in common. He lost his father to a factory accident, too. He, however, is a pure-blood. He does ignore the fact I'm a muggle-born, but his friends don't. We see each other in private, like the pitch. It's easier.
"Anything off the trolly, dears?" the cart lady calls.
"No thanks." Prim smiles. The cart lady nods and trys the next car.
"What house do you think I'll be in?" Prim asks. She's got to be nervious. I was.
"You're brilliant, maybe a Ravenclaw. You're brave, maybe a Gryffindor. You're kind, maybe a Hufflepuff. You're clever, maybe a Slytherin. Remember to never discriminate against the house. We all have purposes. We're sisters regardless." I smile. It's a lie. I hate Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins. I like people in mostly my house, and Gale. The rest are just all so annoying. Ugh.
We'll see what house Prim is in soon. I decide to take a nap. Why not? Pass the time.
The horn goes off. Nice wake up call. I get up and Prim took our boxes down. She isn't sronge enough for that.
"A guy named Peeta took them down." Prim said. Ew. Peeta. He's a boy from my house and my year. When I broke my spine and was in the hospital wing for a week he made some pastries and sleep drafts to help ease the pain. It helped. I just can't stand him though.
"Ok..." I mutter, "Let's get to the great hall for sorting..."
She runs way ahead of me, where the first years enter. I go where I normally do. Time for the dinner of the year. Ugh.
Sorting begins immediately. Prim is high up on the alpha order list. She's next.
"Primrose Everdeen." calls out professor McGonagall.
Prim steps up. The sorting hat is placed.
"HAGCK!" everyone jumps. It's a test. "A toughie, huh?"