The hat was placed on my head, obscuring my vision.
I waited for what seemed like an eternity
with every single eye in the great hall upon me.
I did not know that if they were curious
just wanted the feast to start.
But anyways, I just sat there, waiting as the seconds ticked by.
The voice surprised me so much that I almost fell down the stool
But what it said flooded me with joy.
"Slytherin!"
There was an applaud from the Slytherin table
and I walked over, uncertain, but happy.
I had became the first muggle-born in Slytherin.
It appeared that none of my fellow Slytherins know that I'm a muggle-born.
Fine by me.
I worked hard, got to the lessons just on time, all the while
marveling this whole new society
proud of how special I am
to be chosen from among the muggles.
I did not have any friends
Which was also fine.
I can usually be found in the library, common room or by the lake
where I often snuck out to fly.
I just loved the sensation
of cool, fresh air rushing against me
as I defy gravity and
lift into the air with joy
like a lone eagle
soaring in the sky.
The first year went by surprisingly fast.
But it was actually kind of boring.
I was expecting something more exciting, more extraordinary.
I had no idea, though, what was about to approach me.