The soft buzzing of young voices could be heard. The talking of houses, and the future year was the main discussion of most of the little eleven and twelve year olds. Yet one stood on the side of the excited crowed, her inner doubt bullying her. "I-i know that I'm supposed to go to Gryffindor," she thought over for the millionth time. "But you never know," a voice spoke back to her with a slight snicker.
"No! I'm going to be in Gryffindor. Just like my big brother, and the rest of my family," she yelled back mentally. Yet the voice had brought her comparing the days she got her letter, and her brother's. Their father had jokingly warned Lucas that he had better get into the right house. That day had been loving and fun. Their father had taken both of them to Diagonally and they had a very fun day. Much different from her own experience. When she received her letter, her father had looked as if some appending doom had fallen into his lap. As if this day, was the day that he had been dreading. The time shopping had been tense, and as soon as they were alone her father gave her a mean tongued talk. Luckily Lucas had popped up asking for some new broom. Andrea had been so happy because the more her father went on the angrier he had seemed to get.
Jumping when she felt something touch her arm. Soon blushing realizing that someone was pulling at her sleeve to get her to go through the doors. Quickly hurrying into the hall she found herself in aw. Her brother had refused to tell her anything about coming into the room. He always said is was too amazing to ruin it no matter how much she begged him to tell her. Now Andrea was happy that he hadn't. Even though it wasn't overly extravagant and she had seen charms before... The feeling that was in the room was overwhelming. Maybe it was just all in her head, but she was somewhat enjoying the feeling.
Looking around she saw Lucas, her older brother. Her red hair (that he had refused to cut) was hanging over his grey eyes. She smiled back and waved a little. Soon his attention was drawn back to his friends and the nagging voice came back. "He's going to be so disapointed," the voice purred. "What are you babbling about now?" she demanded angrily. "You know what," she paused for a moment as she watched the first person go up. "I don't have time to fight with you so hang back and please shut up," she stated trying to push the voice away. Andrea continued to daze in and out of listening to the list of the names. Until it hit the "L's" where she stood ready to move. The name of "Monty" threw her off. Her last name was "Moduk" it came before Monty.
Green eyes met the grey of her brother's a perplexed look was covering his face also. Until he noticed she was watching and quickly smiled shrugging trying to not seem too worried. Surely the older woman simply skipped her name. The woman had to read so many names! The eyes easily skip with so many little words in a list. At least this is what Andrea told herself over and over again.
"Veskar, Andrea". That phrase took her back a bit. Maybe there was another Andrea in the room. Sure she had never heard the name used before her own; however, surely there was another one. After a few moments of awkward silence she timidly stepped forward. Sitting down on the stool she felt the invading feeling of the hat. Her first reaction was to push the invading feeling away; which she was soon beat and could feel a strange pressure around her brain.
"You expect to go to your family's house," came a sudden gruff voice of the hat. "Y-yes Sir? My parents raised me right," she replied mentally not knowing how to address an old charmed hat. "I am sorry young witch, that is not the house you belong in," the hat replied in almost a musing tone. Before the young girl could reply, the hat continued. "No, no your mind is much too strict for reckless acts of valor, but such a deep sense of loyalty.. I have not found it in many years, and such a hunger for knowledge," the hat continued not seeming to care to include the young witch any longer. Before she could catch up with the conversation, the voice yelled out something she only thought would come in her nightmares.
When the hat was removed, the first face she saw was Lucas's. Shocked grey eyes caused her heart to hurt. The following look of hatred bashed a whole into her heart. Slowly she walked over to the table sitting down numbly starring in front of her. What had happened? Was she really a snake?