Bekz P.O.V
When I was leaving the train by Hermione's side we were discussing the difference between Pure Bloods and people with Muggle upbringing. There was an awful amount of differences and we tested them out by asking Ron and Ginny.
When I reached the edge of the lake where the boats were Hagrid caught sight of me and waved me over towards him. I said goodbye to Hermione and made my way onto one of the boats with three first years who were staring at me in fright. I almost laughed but then remembered the way students in Beauxbatons had looked at me, Rebekah Black.
The castle was magnificent in the night sky, the lights the only illumination except the stars. The entrance hall was just as beautiful as I took in the portraits surrounding them. In Beauxbatons the portraits corrected posture and yelled at you if you had a hair out of place. They were all stiff old ladies who had thought in the school for the past generations.
Here in Hogwarts the portraits all smiled and spoke words of encouragement to the young students who were looking terrified. I took in my surroundings and observed all the little short eleven year olds. I spotted a slightly green haired one and figured she was a metamorphagus. I approached her slowly and tapped her shoulder so she turned to face me.
"You do know they only put a hat on your head to sort you. That's it, nothing to be worried about." I told her and she looked hopeful.
"Really, so I won't have to fight off a troll like the older boy said?" She asked and I smiled softly.
"No, that hat does everything for you." I smiled and she sighed in relief her hair flowing into an even pink.
"My name is Miranda Yorke." She introduced.
"Well I'm Bekz Eilis." I told her and she grinned up at door opened and all of the first years were led out, I followed them with a shrug and took in the beautiful sight of the bewitched ceiling. I searched for one particular star and smiled when I found it. The Dog Star or Sirius. I also spotted Cassiopeia, Orion and Regulus before my name was called and I took my seat. The hat began to mumble incoherently while my thoughts ran rampant.
"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are a no. Being kind and honest are not traits you own, Studying is not your forté either I'm afraid. Slytherin really wouldn't help with the not so good new friends. Gryffindor it is, just like your father, lets hope you don't end up like him." The hat spoke gently and I rolled my eyes as it bellowed 'Gryffindor and I made my way to the table. The sorting continued but I didn't look up until the familiar name was called.
"Yorke, Miranda."
"Hufflepuff." She looked relieved and I gave her a small wave. The food appeared on the table and it looked delicious as I loaded my plate. The meal was full of talks about what people had done over the hallway and the Twins asking me different swear words in French making them laugh like idiots as I rolled my eyes.
After dinner I rose and made my way to follow Hermione but a voice called out from behind me. I turned to find a boy with ginger hair and a head boy badge and I took him to be Percy Weasley.
"Headmaster Dumbledore would like to see you." He told me as I split from the crowd. He led me down several corridors and up to a gargoyle before mumbling something I couldn't hear. He pushed me onto the stairs as they moved and I noticed he hadn't followed.
There was only one door when the gargoyle stopped so I knocked on it and waited for an affirmation that I could enter. When I got one I peeked my head in cautiously to find the old man in his chair.
"Come in Ms. Black." He called .
"My name is Rebekah Eilis sir, if you don't mind." I corrected and took my seat in front of him.
"I can understand the need to change your name." He nodded and I shook my head.
"No you can't, have you ever been bullied for two years in a foreign school two hundred and eighty three miles from home. To have people talk to you in a foreign language you don't understand and have someone comment on everything that ties you to the suspected mass murder you can't help but love?" I asked and he shook his head.
"No, I don't suppose I can empathise with you, but I can sympathise." He said and I shook my head.
"I don't need or want pity. I have enough of that for one lifetime Sir." I corrected and he rubbed a hand over his face.
"You know why you're here I suppose?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"I am here because a deranged lunatic Sirius Black is on the loose after escaping from Azkaban for the first time ever in all of Wizarding History and evaded all search attempts from the ministry that locked him up on false charges and is most likely hunting down the Harry Potter as we speak and probably killing him slowly. But then again you could have wanted a companion for tea." I shrugged.
"I'll have you know as a witness to the case, he was not convicted wrongly and I gave evidence in the case myself." He told me and I stared at him.
"I don't suppose you want a medal then." I asked and pretended to search my pockets.
"Because I'm all out today, I gave my last one to the Dementor who caused me to pass out on the train." I told him with pretence sadness.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." He commented dryly.
"It's also the last defence for little girls with a murderer as a father." I told him and he sighed.
"Ms. Black, I'm sure you understand that if your father tries to contact you in any way, shape or form you are obligated to let me know." He said and I yawned.
"No, I am obligated to no such thing. I have been uprooted from France and moved to some Scottish school, my mother has used her savings to buy all I need for school and the worse part is since she was so focused on getting us ready she hasn't been able to focus on her clothes shop which is her only form of income as she is a muggle. The only thing I am obligated to do is finish my schooling here and hope my mother can cope alone." I answered shortly and rose from my chair.
"Rebekah we have not finished with this conversation as of yet." He told me calmly.
"If you have any topic beside that of my father I am all ears. But any conversation including him is not an option." I said quietly. Judging by the silence I was met with I was free to go.
