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It wasn't that big of a deal. Really. I often wondered how I was my parent's child. I certainly wasn't a brainiac or had any sort of quiditch coordination. True I did have my father's red hair and my mother's unruly curls. Most would say I had my Uncle George's personality. I didn't really cause trouble. Well . . . maybe I did. My parents were certainly going to go bonkers over this latest development. I smirked just thinking about their reaction. It's not every day that a Weasley gets sorted into the Slytherin House. Personally, I think Gryffindor was overrated, but don't tell my dad that. He'd put me in St. Mungos.

I wish I could have recorded my cousins' and brother's reactions. It was priceless. I've never seen so many relatives stunned into silence at the same time. I saluted them as I bounced over to the Slytherin table. I didn't receive a warm welcome. Neither did I expect it. There was still prejudice about muggles. Not as much as when Voldemort was around though. Being a half muggle had its perks though. Muggle studies wasn't going to be hard for me unlike some people who thought muggles were the scum beneath their feet. Muggle studies was a required course no matter what you thought about non-magical people. I really did want to see those kind of people squirm in their seats having to take and pass a class that they abhorred.

As I entered the Slytherin common room I was taken aback by how sleek and upscale it looked. But then again I was used to a more lived-in looking place of residence. I could definitely get used to this.

My room was enchanting and I had never seen such an exquisite and comfortable bed in my life. It was like laying on a marshmallow. Now I really wanted a s'more . Curse you deliciously good dessert.

"Is that bed taken?" asked a fair haired girl who towered over me in height, which really wasn't saying much since I was a smidge shorter than the average girl.

"No, unless I'm allowed to sleep in two beds," I answered.

"Ha ha. I guess you are going to be the resident comedian," she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Not so much a comedian as the most hilarious person alive," I retorted.

"Then we may be able to get along," she replied with a smile, "I am Lucia Malfoy."

"I am the black sheep of the Weasley Gryffindor concentrated family, Rose," I stated.

"If being in a different house than the rest of your ancestry makes you a black sheep then I would hate to see what happens when you don't mind your manners," chuckled Lucia.

"The usual. Like cleaning the muddy kitchen floor with my tongue," I joked.

"You aren't so bad for a Weasley," Lucia said.

"And you aren't so bad for a Malfoy," I decided.

From what I had gathered from conversations about the Malfoys within my family, specifically my father, is that Malfoys were detestable slimy ferrets that would sooner gallop around in a pink tutu in the middle of class than breathe the same air as a muggle. My parents didn't hold the Malfoys in high regard and tried to warn me how horrible Malfoys could be and are.

I, being the stubborn mule I am, don't like to live up to the hype of prejudices. I always wanted to be put in Slytherin even though my family always glorified the glories of Gryffindor. A big part of that reason is because I look up to a certain deceased Slytherin, Severus Snape. Growing up hearing the stories of how Voldemort was defeated I always felt it was unjust how Snape never got the credit he truly deserved. Sure my mom, dad, and uncle took most of the hype but they had survived.

I do have to admit something though. When the Sorting Hat was placed on my head it had considered putting me in Gryffindor. I was horrified. Call me crazy but I REALLY wanted to be Slytherin. They had so many qualities I admired. To my relief the Sorting Hat announced Slytherin. It was the happiest day of my life.

As I continued to talk to Lucia she told me about her family and how she has a twin brother Scorpius, who also happens to be in Slytherin. I told her about my annoying overprotective brother. Apparently, Scorpius was just as bad as Hugo.

Laying in bed that night my mind was racing. I couldn't wait for classes the next day. What kind of mischief could I get into? Mwha ha ha. The possibilities were endless.