Chapter Four- Lorilei Pushes Fate
I smirked down at the little kids. "First class service. Jealous, much?" I taunted. I couldn't resist.
I strode right through the sea of kids, trying not to touch hem. But the whole time, I felt that boy's eyes on me.
So now he knows my name. Or so he thinks.
Professor McGonagall now had a wrinkly old hat in her hand. Was she really putting that piece of rubbish on my head? I regarded it with distaste, but made myself comfortable on the rickedy chair anyways.
Sure enough, the hat went on my head.
And it started talking.
Ah. Ah, yes, you are a very true Slytherin, inside and out. You come from a line of very powerful Slytherins, there's no doubt about that.
I beamed. Next stop, Slytherin House. I'd make my father proud.
But I sense pureness and courage in your heart. You would, on demand, lay down your life for someone you love.
So much for making Daddy proud.
"No!" I hissed at the hat. "You said it yourself. I come from a line of very powerful Slytherins. You know how much dishonor I'll cause if I'm anywhere else!"
The hat paused a moment. Very well. SLYTHERIN!
A table to my far right, which I assumed was the Slytherin table, roared. I stood and smirked, but my eyes searched for the boy from my dream.
He was in Slytherin.
And, by Merlin, he was smirking too.