The Rift
Bridget Addams. She has puzzled me since the first time I've ever met her. She seemed to have it all when it came to her family: Siblings that looked out for her, parents that provided for her. Bridget was always the center of attention when it came to her family. It was probably because she was the youngest, or she was just really charming (which seems to be most likely).
Behind, that charm, though, was a complete resentment towards every authority figure she knew. Only two people, who were older than her, were able to get respect and admiration from her: Jack Addams, her brother, and Lucius Malfoy, of no relation to her.
She confided in me one night, many years ago, her biggest secret. She told me, "My mother constantly criticizes my every move. It's so aggravating because she never has the nerve to do it in front of people outside out family." That was the first time I saw something human in her in years.
It shocked me to my very core.
That's not the point to this, though, but we shall return to that another time.
I remembered when we were both starting out together at Hogwarts. We both knew each other from the pureblood social scene and were friends. Until the Sorting. That was when everything changed.
"I'm so nervous! No one in my family's ever been to Hogwarts, let alone heard of it!" A small girl with bright red hair said to Bridget as all of the first years waited in a chamber.
Bridget looked at her as if the red haired girl sprouted another leg. "Are you joking?" The other girl shook her head as we all started walking into the Great Hall. "You're the first muggle born I've ever met!" Bridget grinned before falling back to where I was with another boy in our year.
"Hi, Sirius! Who's your friend?" She asked me eagerly as the boy and I walked to wear the others were.
I looked at the boy with messy hair, realizing that I never learned his name. We met on the train when I came into his compartment. After that, we just started talking, joking, and laughing with another first year boy like the best of friends, that we didn't even realize that we were all strangers to each other.
He smirked at me before turning to Bridget. "James Potter, nice to meet you."
James stuck out his hand, meaning for her to shake it. Potter, I know I heard that name somewhere before, I thought.
Bridget stared at his hand in disgust. "Oh," She simply said before going toward the table to our right. The Hufflepuff table. I didn't realize at the time that her older brother, Jack, was in that house. What I did realize, though, was Bridget was defiantly a pureblooded snob, something I was trying so hard not to be.
"Addams, Bridget!" A stern looking witch shouted over the noise of the Great Hall.
I noticed, when Bridget got up to the stool, she looked like she was about to barf. If she did, it would have been the funniest thing I've ever seen. All her charm was gone, something people rarely see from her.
I looked to the right, her brother was giving her reassuring nods as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. She never told me what was said between her and the Sorting Hat, but I wish I knew. Perhaps the puzzle of her would be solved.
This went on for quite awhile. James got bored during the presentation, so he gestured toward a little, fat boy in our year and kicked him in the arse. It wasn't a hard kick, though.
He yelped quietly, rubbing his large behind. When he turned around to see who kicked him, James and I tried to stop from cracking up. He looked like rat with his buck teeth and mousy features. After he turned back around, James and I laughed quietly.
"SLYTHERIN!" The table second from the right cheered the loudest, and Jack Addams also cheered loudly as well. I never understood why he did so. I was hoping I would get his logic when my younger brother got into Slytherin, but I booed instead.
Bridget looked relieved as the stern witch took the hat off and set her off towards the Slytherin table. She sat next to Lucius Malfoy, pompous git extraordinaire. I think that started the time of when everything between us would begin to fall apart.
Two more people went before my name was called. "Black, Sirius!" I strode up there.
The moment the hat was placed on my head it said to me, "You would make a great Slytherin like your friend there." I scoffed. I hate Slytherin. It's everything I hate. "That doesn't mean you wouldn't do good there. You know quite a few people there." So? They don't know me. "Hmm…GRYFFINDOR!"
I was almost as shocked as the whole Slytherin table. I saw Malfoy's shocked open-mouthed expression and smiled. I knew that most of Slytherin was expecting me to be put in my family's house, but I defied it. That brought me joy.
That joy nearly evaporated as I saw the sad look of my childhood friend. She realized that we were no longer the best of childhood friends. She saw the rift the stood between us.
Author's Note: Hi! In case you haven't read my other stories, I'm Masquerade Madness. If you seen this story on HPFF, then have no fear, this is my story. Um, I said that I wouldn't start another story without finishing one, but oh well. Anyway, this is just a prototype story. I want to see what people think of my writing style, OC (Bridget Addams), plot, etc. For that, I need you lovely readers to review. Please and thank you.