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PS- The chapters should get longer from here out
Chapter 4: I'm a Muggleborn!
Blood… Status? "My blood's clean," you answer her, thinking she was worried about disease. "I don't have any diseases. Are you one of those people that are afraid of germs? I would have thought wizards had things to help that…" you trail off, the looks the two girls are giving you making you pause.
"It's a mudblood," the older one spat, and you blinked, confused. But before you could get a chance to ask what, exactly, that meant they were gone, noses upturned. Figures. Not even at school yet, and you already mess up. Was everyone like that? If that was the case, you wanted off the train and you wanted off now. It was at this point, when you had grabbed your trunk and were about to head off, that the train began to move. You were stuck.
Your compartment opened once more, and this one was a boy. He was quiet, a little tired-looking. "Do you mind if I sit here," he asked, adding "Everywhere else is full up," he said. You nodded silently, not daring to give anything away. You sat, waiting for him to ask about blood too, and it got to a point where you just blurted it out, and the boy laughed.
"Oh, no. That's a pureblood thing. No one else cares, really, what you are. Your parents were muggles then?" he asked, and clarified "Non-magic people," he said.
"Oh. Yeah, they are," he said, nodding. Is that what that was about?
"I'm Remus Lupin, by the way," he said, and you introduced yourselves.
The rest of the trip went off fairly smoothly. A couple of loud boys joined you, followed in by a quieter, mousy one that seemed to be following the two loud ones around. They introduced themselves as James, Sirius, and Peter, pureblooded friends since childhood (or, rather, James and Sirius did. Peter had announced, quite proudly, that he knew the two for a long time as well). You were tense, but no one seemed to bat an eyelash when Remus introduced you as having been muggle-born. You decided not to press the matter again, content to sit back and listen to the conversation.
Soon, the conversation turned to houses. "I'm going to be Gryffindor like my dad," the boy, James, said. "House of the Brave! So is Sirius, even if his family is all Slytherin," James nudged the other boy.
"One can hope, right?" he said, laughing a little. There was a hint of worry in his voice, but he smiled none the less.
"Peter, here, is probably going to be a Hufflepuff, house of the pansies and love-alls" Sirius continued, teasing the smaller boy.
"Am not!" he said, his face flushed bright red.
"I'm hoping for Ravenclaw," Remus said with a shrug. "House of wit and wisdom,"
None of this meant anything to you, but you knew you wanted to be in a house with one of these people.
If you want to be a Gryffindor, go to Chapter 11
If you want to be a Hufflepuff, go to Chapter 12
If you want to be a Ravenclaw, go to Chapter 13