Hogwarts wasn't going the way I had planned. I was sorted into Slytherin, but Lily had to go to Gryffindor with those dumb boys from the train. It was wrong, all wrong. Lily wasn't a Gryffindor. I mean, sure she was brave. She had always been braver than me, more daring, but she was not a stupid Gryffindor. She was smart, she was ambitious – she should have been with me. And now we were rivals. We had to be rivals, Slytherins and Gryffindors were always rivals. We were best friends – we always would be – but we were rivals too. And we barely ever got to see each other, except in Potions and Herbology. We had always imagined that Hogwarts would be like a year-long sleepover, but clearly that was wrong as well. My rooms were in the dungeons while the Gryffindor dormitories were up in the seventh floor Tower. It was like fate was trying to keep us as far apart as possible. All of this was wrong. And I hated it.