We shot out of the containment vessel at lightning speed. Freedom lasted only seconds before we were once again racing through a moist, pink room. I was taking the lead, ahead of many. There was only one of my brothers ahead of me. I swam as hard as I could, trying to catch up.
Behind me I heard the chatter of my brothers and sisters. "I'm destined to find the cure for lycanthropy!" One of them said. Stupid Ravenclaw… never is using her intelligence for anything useful!
"I'm destined to care for the sick," Another spoke softly. What a Hufflepuff! What have the sick done for me? Nothing that's what!
That stupid Gryffindor was still ahead of me with a dopey smile on his face.
"Hey, guys! How are you doing back there? I'm destined to destroy Lord Voldemort!" The idiot Gryffindor yelled back. I snarled and pushed forward.
Cunning being my strong suit, I devised a plan. I dropped a detour sign behind me, pointing them the wrong way. My idiot Hufflepuff and thoughtless Gryffindor siblings followed the sign with those dopey smiles on their face. The Ravenclaws weren't so easily fooled.
"Nice going! You got them off our back!" The founder of the cure for lycanthropy gave me a big thumbs-up. I rolled my eyes and sneered. I, the only Slytherin in the batch, was outnumbered for sure. I shall make this woman's life hell for this. Oh yes, as soon as I grow legs, I will kick her uterus so hard.
"Didn't you hear? Only those with a plan can get into the egg?" I reminded them. They slowed down, all trying to devise their plan for entrance. I was tail to neck with the Gryffindor now.
"Oi! Mate! You got the address wrong. Come on, we're going to be last. It's Uvula, not ova!" I told the Gryffindor.
"Really? Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yeah! You don't want to miss your chance! Go!" I encouraged him. "I'm going to warn the others," I encouraged him.
"Okay. Thank! I owe you one. Hope to see you on the other side!" The Gryffindor turned around, swimming in the opposite direction.
With ease, I reached the ova first. I ran had first into the wall and slipped through. It hardened around me and I smirked. I quite like smirking. I had won. I like this deceit thing. I might have to keep it up. And that, kids, is how Slytherins are made.