My name is Aspen Hall, I am in my third year here at Hogwarts, I'm a Slytherin, yes I know the reputation but not all of us are like them types at all. My best friend is in Hufflepuff her name is Quinn Adams . Yes really, and she's a half-blood while
I'm a pure-blood. And first year on the train my best friend and I befriended a very well known muggle-born named Hermione Granger, and we still talk to her when we see each other.
Quinn and I have known each other basically all our lives. We grew up together, we're neighbors and have been for most of our lives obviously. We aren't as well-known as some of our other classmates, such as Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger,
or Draco Malfoy, I could go on, but we would probably be here a while.
I get a lot of grief from some of my fellow Slytherin house mates because I don't see as they do and I stick up for people in different houses when someone wanted to pick on them or talk bad about them.
Malfoy and I argue a lot because I always stop him from messing with the muggle-borns or half-bloods. He mostly goes after Hermione or Quinn.
"Bugger off Aspen." Malfoy sneered. "You really that thickMalfoy?" I spouted. "You're lucky!" Malfoy spoke again. "Lucky? You really are thick. People like my presence more Malfoy. I actually show the decent side of our house." I countered. He just huffed
and strutted away being followed by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Thanks Aspen, I can't stand that git Malfoy. He thinks just because he's from a pure wizard family he's better than me because I'm a muggle-born." Hermione spoke as if steam would come out her ears she was so angry.
"Don't let him get to you Hermione, he's dim, he's worse than dim. But if I say something out loud about Draco as what I'm thinking I'll get caught by professor Snape." I spoke making Hermione smile.
"Blimey Hermione, how many classes are you taking this term?" I asked seeing the large amount of books she was carrying. "Just a few extra." She replied readjusting the stack of books she had.
"Do you need help carrying those?" I asked. "Hey, sorry I was finishing something." Quinn spoke skipping along, joining Hermione and I. "Hermione, how are you deal with that load?" Quinn asked shocked at the stack of books as well.
"Do you need help?" She asked also. "No, really I'm fine, I'm just heading to the library." She spoke walking off. "Thank you though." She shouted over her shoulder as she sped off.
"I don't see how she's handling that load. Seriously I would want to pull my hair out and would be crying." Quinn spoke worriedly. See Hermione, Quinn, and I are friends but we don't really get to talk to her much because she's always really focused on
school or hanging out with Harry and Ron. They're nice and all but not everyone accepts that I'm different from most of my house mates. They think all Slytherin's are the same. But that's not true. Maybe one day they will all realize that.