I listen to the constant hum of conversation in the Great Hall. I stand by my twin brother, awaiting the angry sorting hat. I see a short, black haired boy sit nervously on the stool. He winces as the hat is gingerly placed on his head.
"Slytherin!" The hat exclaims. I gulp and the small boy hurriedly scuttles to the Slytherin table. I watch child after child.
"Will Potter!" the hat calls. A bulky boy behind me shoves me and sits on the stool. I drop my glasses and frown. I bend over to pick them up and my long, thin, straight, strawberry blonde hair gets in my face. I stand up and place my golden-brown plastic glasses upon the subtle ridge of my nose. My brother looks at him and frowns
"Will Potter. He's Harry's grandson.." He ruffles his long, wavy, brunette hair with his hand and sticks his hands in his robe pockets to fiddle with his short, thin, pale, brittle wand. I can tell he is tempted to jinx Will.
"Don't, let's get him at a time when he doesn't expect it..." I smirk darkly and adjust the cap on my forehead. It is now Aidan's turn. My brother confidently strides up the stool and plops down on it loudly. Before the sorting had even touched his fluffy hair it shouted, loud and clear.
"RAVENCLAW!" I smile brightly. Ravenclaw is our dream house. I applaud him. Next I am called. I hesitantly approach, I cross my fingers and hope I get the same house as my twin brother. The hat was surprisingly cold as it was placed on my head. I gulp and fiddle with my hands.
"nervous huh?" the hat mocks. I just sit there, my mind is constantly sorting through all the outcomes of this situation. The hat takes a breath.
"Slytherin." it says blandly. I freeze.
"Y... you must have me mistaken..." I nervously stutter. I rub my hands on my robe.
"Move along girl!" orders the Sorting hat. I slowly walk to the Slytherin table. There is complete silence. I hear my feet hitting the floor. The Slytherin table is clearly unhappy about this decision and my brother is just staring at me with large, sad eyes.
I squeeze in beside Will Potter and that small boy. I make myself as small as possible and I start to feel nauseatingly claustrophobic. I wait impatiently until all the children were sorted. I eat quickly, only consuming mashed potatoes and a chicken leg. I stand up and I rush to the dungeon, I guess that the password is Salazar because Slytherins are proud of their house.
"Salazar." I state, rather blandly. The door opens and I go to my dorm. I lay in my bed, wondering what Aidan feels right now. We have fantasized about both hanging out in the Ravenclaw common room since we were barely old enough to read "The Tales Of Beetle The Bard". I take a book out of my trunk. I decide to study "Hogwarts : A History" I am curious why they don't have a new textbook these days. I think of all that happened in the past century.
I doze off with the book on my chest...