Last time: ...I had a run-in with a very unfriendly ghost, got lost, and immediately after had a run-in with a very unfriendly wooden spoon. It was all very traumatic.
I've always wondered why I didn't come out of it with a phobia of wooden spoons, actually.
Anyway, as it stood right now, I was still going with, "Run for your life!". Apparently, McGonnagal wasn't having any of it.
The American Take on Severus Snape
As I said before, Professor McGonagall was surprised, and I was freaking out.
The ghosts had stopped their mindless chatter, and were staring at me, like I was the weird one! I mean, they're transparent, for Myrddins sake!
Anyway, Professor McGonagall shooed the ghosts away, and I calmed down. By now everyone was staring at me, but thankfully, it was time to be sorted, and since I was a transfer student, I got to go first!
Now, time for a little family history!
My maman grew up in the Uk and went to Hogwarts, and she was in Ravenclaw. That's perfectly acceptable and all, but I think she's just always felt kinda less than because of it. See, the only reason Ravenclaw exists is because we need a place to put the people who aren't total geniuses, but aren't duffers or foolhardy idiots. Basically, it's a house for average people. Now, the reason I grew up in good 'ol USA, is because she just had to ruin her perfectly average status, and go and marry a Hufflepuff!
Now, nothing against my papa and all, in fact, sometimes I think that the only reason he's in Hufflepuff is that he's to darn soft hearted for his own good (a rare exception), but he totally ruined her status with my grandparents. Long story short, while grandmère was away at a social function in France, grandpère had a huge argument with maman, and she eloped to America with papa (although if he wasn't a pureblood, it would've been much worse).
(In case you're wondering, the reason I have an American accent but use French terms for my maman, papa, grandmère, and grandpère is because my papa is from France, and my maman adopted an American accent when we got here.)
Grandmère just recently reached out to maman, and they agreed to disagree about papa for my sake. Two weeks later we shrunk all of our worldly possessions, and left the states for England.
Now, see, you understand the pressure that is on me to get into Slytherin.
Back to the sorting!
Hey all! Sorry for the lack of update, it's summer break, and I'm lazy. Anyway, here's a bit of a backstory for her. I know, I'm evil, but cliffies are what keeps you coming! I promise you'll see a little more of her next chapter, I just had to get the other stuff out of the way. Love ya!(review, review, review, review)