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Mora and Brisa both rose early and got dressed,
"I can't wait" Brisa said as they walked to breakfast,
"I mean we're gonna be learing some great stuff" Mora nodded, then spotted Rose and Albus, she ran over to them waving,
"Hey Al, Rose, have a good night's sleep?" They both looked at her nervously, then Rose whispered,
"We can't talk Mora, you're a Slytherin, it's not allowed" Mora was shocked,
"Rose, I'm still me, wearing a badge doesn't change that . . . does it?" Rose sighed,
"I'm sorry but . . . "
A group of Gryffindor fourth years arrived, one of them shouted at Mora and Brisa,
"Get back to your own table Slytherins" Mora stared at Albus and Rose, they were silent, she couldn't beleive her best friends were abandoning her because of the house she was in Fine let them do what they want
"With plaesure" Mora scowled "Come on Brisa"
She sat down beside Simon and glared at the tabletop,
"Alright Mora?" Mora scowled over at the Gryffindor table, he followed her gaze and sighed,
"That's the way it is now, according to the history we're taught, every Deatheater was a Slytherin"
"According to history every Deatheater was there by choice" Mora muttered into her pumpkin juice.
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Mora ignored Albus, Rose and Hugo all through the day, she purposefully looked the other way when Hugo accidently set Albus' books alight,
"Traitors" She mumbled.
Instead of eating lunch with them as they had all agreed on the train, before the unwritten rules were known, she ate with Brisa, Simon, Undine and a few of Simon's friends. A group of Hufflepuffs nervously walked by,
"You'll get used to it" Yawned one of simon's friends, he was a tall lad with the promise of strength in his bare arms, named Nasim,
"Though granted, it's the Gryffindors that cause the most trouble, especially that Potter kid and his friends" Another second year Keaton sneered,
"He's a stuck up git, just cos his dad defeated You know who years ago" The third friend, her hair was a brilliant copper colour, nodded,
"Always saying that Slytherins are traitors and can't be trusted" Simon patted her shoulder,
"There's no point getting worked up Opal, what they want is a chance to prove they're right, and personally I'm not going to give them that chance"
Mora thought folornly back to the many times she had visited the Potter's house He's always been proud of his family but I never thought he'd be a bully,
"You okay Mora?" Brisa asked, Mora sighed,
"It's just. . . not what I expected" Simon smiled sympatheticly,
"Our parents fought the war, but we're still fighting the battle"
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