"Nate, could you please just shut your trap for ONCE in your life?", I exclaimed. "Look, I know you are excited, as am I, but let us not lose our composure now. He replied by saying "Starr, you're just no fun anymore, what happened to the fun girl I once knew?" I just looked out the window and whispered, "she left with my heart."
**Six Years Ago**
Silence filled the compartment and all that could be heard were the noises of the train. Nate and I both had difficult lives, but mine was far beyond his. Glancing out the window, and deciding that a conversation wouldn't end up started, I reached into my robes for my wand. Once my wand was at the ready I attempted a few simplistic spells, and of course I completed them with accuracy.
"You're going to be Ravenclaw, Starr, I just know it," said Nate. I told him, "it's possible I suppose, I just hope I don't get Gryffindor. It's a highly over-rated house, and I know I don't belong there." He smirked at me with amusement at my strong opinions and stated "I just refuse to be a Hufflepuff."
Beginning another rant I start off by saying, "Hufflepuff is a very respectable house, they are loyal and kind, although also fair and just. Their main and only problem is that they are too likely to become pushovers."
At this the compartment door opens and my cousin Leigh and someone I've never met walks in. Looking at Leigh expectantly, I cough and shake the boy's hand. As he has now told me, his name is Denton, and he hopes to become a Gryffindor. Excusing myself I wander to the loo, where I find two girls sitting on their trunks in the corridor.
Deciding to be extraordinarily nice, I offer them seats in my compartment. One starts to refuse and the other looks at her and says, "Sorry Elayne, but my arse is killing me on these trunks", and walks into the compartment.
The girl named Elayne walks over to me and apologizes for coming off as rude, it was just that she didn't want to intrude. I welcomed her quickly and made my way loo where I could finally breath. Letting out a sigh I let the tears come, unexpectedly, and had my break-down. I hate meeting people because I will always do something to screw it up. I want all of them to like me, I'm just not sure it'll happen. Wiping the tears off my face, I walked to the sink and calmed myself down. In my head I could hear the truth, that I was weak and worthless, but I shoved it away.
At this point it was getting close to arrival time, and I decided I would go ahead and put on my robes, of which I was carrying in my rucksack shaped like the sorting hat. Once I was dressed I tried to envision myself and which crest I may bear upon my chest.
As quickly as possible I make my way back into my compartment. Sitting down between Nate and Leigh I rest my head and block out everyone else's conversations. Somehow in all of the commotion I must have dozed off, because next thing I hear is Nates voice whispering in my ear for me to get up or I will end up back in London.
Awaking with a start, and almost knocking Nate to the floor, I stood up and blushed as I see that Elayne is still in the room. Stalking out of the room I make way for the boats, meant to carry only first years to castle.I hear Nate calling me, "Starr!, Hey Starr, wait up!" "Merlin's beard Starr, no need to run!", He joked. We continued towards the boats in silence, nerves building up quickly. Finally we reach the boats and Nate, Elayne, and I share one, while Leigh, Ivy, and Denton share one.
Once we reach the castle Headmaster Potter goes on his tirade about the houses, house points, house cups, and some other things that the majority of halfblood and pureblood students already know. Suddenly the doors to the great hall open and dread fills me, knowing the time is coming soon.
We arrive at the front of the hall and the sorting hat is placed on a stool and starts to speak. It says: "There are many things, some alike and some not, you may not know which is which, until you open it up. One may look and one may be deceived, learn true colors before you change scenes. This year will bring pain but happiness alike, live it up now, you're up for a long hike. Trouble may stir, brew, and boil, but there are those who one day defeat toil. Open your eyes and broaden mind, by the end of this year it's strangers, to whom you may be kind."
Headmaster Potter takes a stand beside the hat looking quizzically at some of the other professors. Taking a long piece of parchment out of his pocket, very unprofessional if I might add, he starts off names. I hear a couple names I know from dinners with my parents, then I hear Elayne Beck.
ELAYNE POV
I was so nervous, I just wanted to be enough to be here. What if all of this was some sick joke? What if this is a dream and when I get up there I wake up? Shaking these thoughts from my head I await the headmaster to place the hat to my head.
Once the hat is upon my head I hear the hat speaking to me and I jump slightly. "Ah yes, artistic I see, very wise for someone your age also. However, you have a very keen attitude on proving yourself, you have great plans and for this I will sort you into, SLYTHERIN." The last word was shouted to the entire hall, and I proceeded to take my place at the Slytherin table.
STARR POV
After Elayne was sorted, her half sister Michelle was sorted into Gryffindor. Tuning out the sorting until it came to someone else I knew, which happens to be my step-cousin Leigh and I await her to be sorted into Slytherin house.
LEIGH POV
Quickly thinking over the possibilities of houses, the hat was put onto my head. He quickly started analyzing, "You seem quite apt for determination, you have sly willpower, however that is used mainly from your wits." The last word shouted was, "RAVENCLAW".
STARR POV
My mouth hung open in surprise, Leigh has always claimed to become a Slytherin, she was always being sneaky. Anticipation rose as Nate's turn quickly came.
NATE POV
Finally I hear the headmaster call "Nathanael James" and I walk up to the stool casually and smirk at Starr, who I know is bound to be more nervous than I am. The hat touched my head and all I could think about was what it was doing to my hair, and how it would look once the hat was pulled off.
Pulling me out of my thoughts the hat said, "Is there any particular house in which you do not wish to be placed? I easily replied Hufflepuff, and the hat just simply shouted to the hall, "SLYTHERIN". Deciding I would take my place next to Elayne I went straight towards her and took a seat, slightly saddened that Starr may not be in my house.
STARR POV
I knew my turn was coming up, and soon enough I was making my way to the stool. As the hat was placed upon my head it immediately started speaking. "Yes, right then, you would do well with a place of academic excellence, although, your mind does puzzle me a bit. You seem to be unruly and cunning, while yet you keep most things fair. When someone decides to fight with you, it's automatic low-blows, however in other situation you're analytical and try to be as fair as possible. I can see you like lists, planning, and wise companions, yet I can also see you have a large thirst for acceptance, you crave to prove others wrong, and you will do anything in your power to do what you want and the way you want it. Once again back to those low-blows you proceed to dish out consistently when you feel threatened.
Dear child, do tell me, which house do you prefer?" Knowing the hat could hear me within my head, I thought my answer rather than look foolish by whispering. My answer came out to be, "I respect every house, yet some less than others. I prefer Slytherin and Ravenclaw house, while I also highly approve of Hufflepuff house."
In turn the sorting hat spoke to me and said, "I think you may be the change that is needed, and I know the one you think you may love and it is not who you think. Live life for a couple years after and your soul will find its mate. Oddly aphrodite seems highly connected to your soul, and I feel the need to endorse said statements." After saying this he shouted, "SLYTHERIN" to the entire hall, and I made my way over to sit beside Nate, while sending Leigh an apologetic glance.