*Ione's POV*
The first thing I thought as I stood there, waiting in line with eleven year olds was, 'Holy crap.' I mean the room where I was standing in was fucking enormous! There were 4 tables that I could see; they were characterized by their own banners over them. One had a lion, the other a snake, along with a badger, and one with an eagle. I mean shit! this place had pillars and candles floating everywhere. The roof seemed to open up to the sky and show everything outside. I mean it was like it was truly outside, even though I didn't feel the wind or the crisp night air.
I barely heard the names being called and cheering as they all went to each their own tables. I was near the front of the line, still taking it all in when I heard the freaky cat lady say
"Ione Broadmoor".
Walking up those steps is definitely one of the hardest things in my life so far. Why you ask? Oh yeah I didn't mention I was fucking fifteen year old in a group of eleven year-olds, but more on that later. Oh shit, oh shit what are they going to think of me? Why did I have to start going now?
I sat on top of the stool, looking out of everyone when I glanced to my left and saw a girl around my age staring at me with malice, snickering as she said something to a bleach haired boy beside her, who also looked up and laughed out loud. Then I felt a weight placed on my head. I probably should've paid more attention to what the others were doing. Then the hat started to speak to me.
"Hmm.. I see you have plenty of courage, although it hidden under all of that.. well you. Although you are smart, very much so. Although there is some cunning in there. No, they would eat you alive.. you would not fit in with Hufflepuff I would think. I do believe that Gryffindor would be the best choice for you.."
"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered, hoping no one heard me.
"Well I am simply placing you into a house. Is that so bad?"
"But you're a talking HAT!" I said
"You are a witch," the hat said matter-of-factly. I guess I just have to accept that fact. After keeping quiet for a few seconds he said quite loudly.
"Gryffindor!" I took that as my queue and walked toward the table with everyone standing up and cheering, assuming it was mine. Thank god it was, otherwise I am sure that I would've died. I sat down between a red haired girl with freckles all around her and what seemed to be hand-me-down robes , looking to be a year younger than myself. The other I was next to was a young boy who seemed around my age, he looked a little quirky and kind of chubby, along with brown hair and an uncomfortable air around him. Staying silent, he looked away from me as the red head turned towards me, smiling.
"Hey, my name is Ginny Weasley. Are you excited to be going to Hogwarts?"
"U-um yeah, I-I g-guess," I said, thinking to myself about how much I hated my stuttering with meeting new people. Ginny looked at me quizzically then turned her head around to look at a dark-haired, green eyed boy who was talking to another ginger and a girl next to him. I sat there for a bit, staring at the table for a while before the red-head turned to me again and blurted out
"Why are you just getting here when you're 15?" she then immediately closed her mouth and covered it with her hand. "I am sorry, I didn't mean-"
"I-it's fine…" I said, still looking at the table. "I d-don't r-really know, actually. I j-just got m-my letter a bit a-a-a-ago.
After a couple hundred kids an old man stood up and gave a speech that I didn't listen to. I heard him say "Let the feast begin!" because, well you know..food. I was waiting to be served when all of a sudden the food just appeared! It had shocked me so much I almost stood up. Quickly, I calmed my breathing and took up a fork and knife, shoveling things on my plate. A few seats across from me I heard a bossy girl say "Ron slow down your eating, you're going to choke!" I looked across and saw a skinny girl with books piled on to her lap with a napkin covering them, for what I could only assume was to cover the books from the monstrosity that was throwing food down his throat. I looked closer at Ginny and then at the boy I assumed was Ron, noticing the same freckles, hair, and a few more subtle but noticeable similarities. I looked down, avoiding them, realizing it was rude to stare.
Around an hour later I was fullas hell and kids started to leave. So, naturally, I got up with them, trying to blend in. Throughout the night I noticed that girl still giving me daggers, only breaking contact to kiss her boyfriend. She was walking to my left, slightly behind me. Her heels clacked against the stone floor. She was all I could focus on. Brown hair cascading down her porcelain face, grey eyes boring through her, curvy hips swaying as she walked. I was entranced by her. that is.. until I fell.
Luckily, though no one payed any attention to me, as usual. The girl tho.. she stopped and knelt down. Looked me straight in the eyes, her demeanor intoxicating. She smiled, her white teeth flashing as she leaned in close.
"Ione? More like I Own You, bitch."
With that, she stepped on my hand and left. I whipped my hand back as tears sprang into my eyes. I will not cry, I will not cry. was my mantra for what felt like hours. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, biting so hard as to draw blood. I think it was around that time when I passed out.