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The line of first years was bubbling with excitement as the wide doors opened, revealing many faces on four different long tables staring at them, with another table at the front and a chair with a hat on it. I recognized it immediately as the Sorting Hat. My brother had told me about it once before and said that it sang a different song every year and sorted you into your house. I knew what house I'd be in for definite. I came from a family of Purebloods, all who came from the house of Slytherin, represented by a large snake. Without doubt I'd be in Slytherin. On the Slytherin table I saw my brother with his friends. As always, he pretended I didn't exist.

I tossed my black hair behind my shoulder and stepped forward. The tables were parted, so Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were on one side, then there was an aisle for the first years, and Ravenclaw and Slytherin were on the other side. Slytherin was in the best location, as the fireplace was heated next to it and today was quite a chilly day, with the wind blowing outside. When we first got on the boats it was a gentle gust, but at the end we had to be ushered inside very quickly because of the wind.

"When I call your name," Professor McGonagall began, "you will each come up here and the Sorting Hat will be placed on your head. There are four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

Draco grinned at Crabbe and Goyle, some other people on the train. He caught my eye and winked. I stifled a laugh, because the expression on his face was ridiculous.

My last name is Rodriguez, so it would be a long time before my name was called. I stood by Pansy Parkinson. When her name was called, I watched as she went up to the front and sat on the seat and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Pansy rushed to the Slytherin table and sat by Crabbe and Goyle, who were also Slytherins.

I looked at the Gryffindor table, because I hadn't been able to see Harry Potter properly. I saw him – floppy black hair, covering the famous scar. Round face. Looked like your average eleven year old boy. He was with a Weasley boy and some brown-haired girl who looked a bit like a Mudblood to me.

My parents had brought me up calling people born to non-magical parents Mudbloods. The name sounded quite horrible, but I was raised that way. The girl didn't bat an eyelid to the wonderful decorations, so that made me think a little differently.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

I gave Draco a thumbs-up. He grinned at me, then joined his friends at the Slytherin table.

I stood through another load of people, then my name was called.

"Rodriguez, Victoria!"

I cringed at the use of my real name. I tossed my hair again, looked at Professor McGonagall and said, "It's Tori," then sat down confidently. I had grown up a pretty confident girl, and I always had to tell the new teachers not to call me Victoria when they called my name in the register.

The Sorting Hat covered my eyesight. Draco was deep in a conversation with his friends and didn't even hear my name. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Typical.

"Hmm…yes, you're a difficult one. You're sly, like a Slytherin, smart like a Ravenclaw, brave like a Gryffindor, hard-working like a Hufflepuff…but all in all, better be SLYTHERIN!"

I grinned and ran towards the table and took the offered seat by Pansy.

After Blaise Zabini was sorted into Slytherin and joined us at the table, Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster, came up to the front.

"Let the feast begin!" he said.

Food appeared out of nowhere on the tables. The Mudbloods in the crowd were wide-eyed for a moment, but within a few minutes everybody was tucking into the feast. There was an array of meat slices, amazing soups and stews, and overall the dishes served here were great. But I was a perfectionist, pretty much. I went obsessive over so many things, and dieting was one of them. I didn't particularly need to diet. I'd maintained my flat stomach for years now, and a couple of pounds gained wouldn't hurt. But I still found myself rationing the number of slices of beef I took, the amount of gravy I poured.

I did like the conversation. We talked for the whole feast non-stop. After I was done I was the lead talker because everybody else was stuffing themselves with food.

"Did you use that spell on your hair? It looks so black and shiny," Pansy commented.

I laughed. "I didn't use it! I didn't even have a wand! My mum cast it on me. I think it worked pretty well." I played with my hair, twirling a lock around my finger then releasing it. "I won't be able to do much until I've learned more magic. It's a shame, because I love doing my hair. Or having my mum do it for me." I giggled again.

"I hope we learn how Muggles do their hair in Muggle Studies," Pansy said wistfully. "I want to know how they do it, 'cos I went to a Muggle town once, and some of the girls there had beautiful curls that couldn't possibly be natural. Some of them had unnaturally coloured hair too, so they have to be using something other than spells, right?"

I nodded, and hesitantly had some strawberry shortcake. It was delicious, so I tucked in and had a hearty pudding. Some people were eating like there was no tomorrow. Mudbloods, I thought.

When the feast was over, we walked out and the Prefects took us to our dormitories. On the way, I saw the brown-haired Gryffindor girl again, nattering on about something she read in Hogwarts, A History. Draco whispered in my ear, "I dare you to shove that Mudblood."

I smiled and gave her a hard shove. "Nobody cares," I said, with a wink and tossed my hair once again. The girl looked aggravated and stormed off, her hair bouncing violently on her shoulders.

"Way to go, Tori," Draco said, and we all burst out laughing for no reason whatsoever.