Adronia Brown: Magic Becomith
I sat at the table, watching the other students be sorted into the houses. When the pig went up, I crossed my fingers that he would be put into a different house. I felt that he should be in Hufflepuff, because he was obviously not intelligent, he wasn't brave, and he wasn't Pureblood. That left Hufflepuff. However, to my shock, he ended up in Slytherin. A Muggleborn in the Slytherin ranks. This year would indeed be interesting.
A girl sat down next to me with brown bushy hair. Her name was Hermione Granger, and her personality was rather meek when it came to speaking to the people around her. However, a red head with glasses quickly got her speaking, and she proved to sound rather intelligent, but I found the conversation to be down right boring. That was until she turned to me to discuss the fact we would likely be staying in the same dorm area.
I decided, in comparison to the other gossipy girls in our house, she would be nice to make friends with, despite the fact she was awkward about certain things. As she spoke to me, we ended up hearing someone by the name of Draco Malfoy be called up, and he sat down. To both mine and Hermione's surprise, there was a hush that fell over the room when this kid was placed into out house. We both glanced at the red head, who identified himself as Percy.
"That would be Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Both of his parents were in Slytherin. Not only that, they are major Pureblood fanatics. His father was a Death Eater for You-Know-Who. However, he said that he was being controlled by someone with a spell. It is really nasty business. Avoid him, because his father may have had some sort of alternate reason for him to be coming into Gryffindor."
This Draco Malfoy person went and sat by himself, not conversing with anyone about anything, simply looking at the table while other kids were called. Harry eventually came and sat down next to them, and he glanced over at Draco. "My cousin Dudley threatened him if he went into Slytherin with him."
"You must be Harry Potter." Percy spoke up. "I am a prefect for Gryffindor, and I'll be showing you around. Hopefully my brother Ron will be in this house too, as all of us have been in this house."
At that, the Weasly boy got up and was sorted into our house. He came over and scooted in next to Harry, making it a rather tight fit. He glanced over at Draco, a frown on his face. "Malfoy should have just gone into Slytherin, so that your cousin can punch that ugly mug of his."
"That isn't nice." Hermione spoke up.
"You don't know who the Malfoy's are, do you?" Ron raised an eyebrow at her. "You must be Muggleborn. Don't you know that he will be hating your guts?"
"I think you should give him a chance. How do you know he's like his parents?" The girl stated firmly.
"Sorry Ron, but I think she may have a valid points." Percy spoke up. "It is still advisable to avoid him."