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Bridget Sylvia Goyle- September 1, 2015

The tall girl near the back of the group of first years was nervous. She had very dark brown hair, pale skin, and dark brown eyes that looked extraordinarily like her father's. Her name was Bridget Sylvia Goyle.

Bridget had hated being the "different" one in her family for a long time. First, she had been outcast by them for how her name was pretty. Everyone else was named "Geoffrey," "Justin," and "Gregory". She was the only one with a pretty name. Next, she was outcast because everyone else in her family went to Hogwarts before her. They had talked about it without any consideration to the fact that her and her brother Vincent hadn't been there. Then, the year before, Vincent had gone to Hogwarts, leaving her alone. Finally, she was here.

"First years, I would like you to form a single-file line behind me and we will proceed into the hall," said a voice that withdrew Bridget rudely from her thoughts. There was a lot of scuffling as kids jostled for positions, and Bridget found herself thrust to the back, as per usual. Finally, they could begin the long walk into the Great Hall.

Bridget walked along listlessly, never paying attention to her surroundings. Vaguely, she heard her name shouted in the distance, and looked toward the sound. Her brother was standing up on his chair, waving frantically in her direction. "Goyle!" a stern voice shouted from the Staff Table. "Sit down at once!" Bridget couldn't help but grin as her brother, looking dejected, sat down.

Oh, how Bridget wanted to be a Slytherin. Her parents had both been in Slytherin in their time at Hogwarts, and Bridget wanted to follow in their shoes. Her brother, also, had been sorted into Slytherin, as had all of her extended family. To her, that house meant honor and pride. Not being in that house would bring shame upon her whole family.

Bridget remembered how hard her father had had to push himself to let go. She knew that she would miss him greatly, but not as much as he would miss her. She was his little girl, the apple of his eye. How could she forget that? She knew, deep down, that however much she was glad to be at Hogwarts, she was afraid of being away from her father for that long.

Finally, the first years had reached the front of the Hall. Professor Longbottom pulled a hat and stool out of thin air and laid them gently down in front of them. Clearing his throat, he said, "Please proceed to place the hat on your head when I call your name." Bridget shifted, her stomach squirming. "Buttsback, Liam!" The hat was placed on a young boy's head, and her trembled slightly beneath it. Finally, it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

Bridget zoned out, thinking of her father. She paid attention once more when "Goldstein, Sonia!" was called across the hall. "RAVENCLAW!" she was almost at once proclaimed.

"Goyle, Bridget!"

She started and walked at once over to the hat, almost mechanically. Her thoughts were focused on what she was doing at the time, and only that. Left, right, left, right, they seemed to be saying. After what seemed like an eternity, Bridget reached the hat. Placing it upon her head, she scrunched her eyes tightly together and held her breath in anticipation.

"Ah, another Goyle, I see," a snide voice said in her ear. "I sorted your brother last year, correct?"

Bridget jumped, her eyes flying open at once. Vincent didn't tell me you talked? She thought accusingly.

The hat chuckled. "No, I didn't guess that he would've," the hat paused for a moment. "Probably told you that you'd have to battle a troll, right?"

Bridget squirmed. No. Do other siblings tell their younger siblings that?

"Well, I must say, I did give the idea out a few hundred years ago… Bit of mischief never hurt anyone. Of course, the Weasley twins took that to heart…"

Well, can we get back to my sorting? I'd like to be in Slytherin, if you don't mind, she thought.

"Oh, sure where you want to go, aren't you? Well, I must say, you're the first polite Slytherin that I've sorted… Why exactly do you want to be in Slytherin?" the hat questioned.

It's just that my whole family has been in that house. Plus, I'd like to be with Vincent… Bridget thought.

"With loyalty like that, you could be a Hufflepuff. However, if you're quite sure… SLYTHERIN!"

Smiling, Bridget took off the hat and ran to the cheering Slytherin table, seating herself delicately beside her brother. She grew up to be just like her father, in almost every way.

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