Year One, Day One: Evans
"Evans, Lily."
The redheaded little girl stepped forward cautiously. The ride to Hogwarts had been the second most phenomenal event of her life – second only to Diagon Alley. So this couldn't be too bad, right? And the girl, what was her name, that she had sat next to on the train had said that it was no big deal. But that little girl was talking amiably to another little boy, one with messy black hair and mischievous eyes. The boy who'd been so horrid to Severus. So much for moral support. As she felt the ragged hat cover her eyes, she started at the sound of a voice in her ear. "Well, well, well, a redhead temper. And very intelligent. And ambition. A lot of it."
She frowned. She wasn't that ambitious, was she? "Uncertainty. You know, Miss Evans, you should be more confident. You have everything it takes to be great. And there will be plenty of people here who will try to break your confidence."
"Just let them try!" her mind screamed it out and she sat up straighter.
The voice laughed. "That was what I was looking for. You, my dear, belong in Gryffindor!"
It had yelled the last word and she watched the table before her explode in cheers, sweeping her into its ranks readily.
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