Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
This is set around the Marauders' seventh year. Dria is short for Adriana, a friend of Lily. She and Kathryn (the narrator) both appear in my last story, "The Echinodermaga." If you haven't read it, please do; I want hits!
I could never have been a Hufflepuff.
Loyalty and hard work are all very well, I suppose. I have been told I am stubborn and pigheaded, which I guess could be construed as loyal. I even work on occasion (read: the last week or so before exams).
Caring? Not my thing. I can just barely stomach it when it's not being shown by or to me. In this respect, I am a total tomboy.
When Lily's in one of her moods, she says I should have been a Slytherin. All dark and gloomy, she says, which is the way I like it. But dark's no good without thunder and lightening to go with it, and it is simply impossible to enjoy a good storm in the dungeons. Ditto for the cellar, which is the REAL reason I'd never be a Hufflepuff. Or a Slytherin.
It's storming now. I'm on the window seat in our dorm, the best spot in the school for watching lightening – except, of course, the Astronomy Tower. Lily and Dria are down in the common room; Lily can't study with the noise and Dria is always afraid lightening will come in through the window. No idea where Shannon and Margaret are. Probably I don't want to know.
So it's just me, and the night, and the storm.
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