Albus Dumbledore sighed. Looking at the delicate girl before him, he could hardly believe she was a cold-blooded murderer. Genevieve was pale as alabaster, with long black curls down to her knees and icy gray eyes. The girl sitting next to her looked so scared of Genevieve. This girl was tall and graceful, with pale skin, brown eyes, and long thick, straight mahogany hair. Genevieve smiled coldly at him. "Yes, Professor?" Her voice sent icy shivers down his spine. That voice reminded him that she was evil. At least, she thought she was. The girl sitting next to her finally spoke. Her voice trembled as she said, " W-why do I have to come here? I'm a Muggle. She killed my family. She was referring to Genevieve. Albus smiled sadly. Why did they have to hate each other? It would make it so much harder for fulfilling the prophecy… "Very well, we will sort you now." "Sorting?" asked the talkative one, Gillian. "Yes, sorting."
Yes, yes…very interesting mind you have here, Genevieve. Brave, yet cunning and sly. But… you belong in…GRYFFINDOR!!!
Hello there, Gillian. You are very shocked that a hat can talk, eh? You are intelligent, but lazy. You are full of courage, nerve, and ideals. Better be GRYFFINDOR!!!
The two girls made their silent way to the Gryffindor dormitories. The tension between them could be cut with a knife. Gillian spoke up. " Why?" Genevieve turned to her. "Why not?"