nonononononoNo!
This can't be happening. I know I said any house would be fine, but that's because I didn't expect to get stuck in Gryffindor!
Now, I don't have any problems with Gryffindor itself, just the House. You see, my parents were in Slytherin; both of them. I have never seen Hogwarts before in my life, but I have experienced the prejudice.
In my parents' old yearbooks, I could see they didn't have many friends. Just because they were supposed to be dark. Gryffindors aren't terrible, but most of them think that they have the best house; even more than the other houses.
They are the bravest and most loyal, and Slytherins are plain evil. They just are. They're not! Some of the people in Slytherin are, but not everyone!
My mother was as kind and warm as the sun; she always cared for me. And my dad very wise, he always answered my excessive questions as a child. So why were they labeled as evil, just because they were Slytherins?
I know I was being the same as them, defining Gryffindor by the past generation, but I couldn't help it. The hate and lust against those Gryffindors almost consumed me whole. I sometimes lose control. And that is my biggest secret.
I hadn't eaten anything at the feast. Instead, I left the table as soon as I could.
Unlike the boys' dormitories, the girls only shared a room with one other person. I picked a dorm at the end of the long hallway; far, far from the busyness near the front. There was no other name on the brass plate, but I knew I wouldn't be lucky enough to be alone.
As I thought this, black ink spread over the top half of the plate.
Kirrilee Destrate, First year
"Um, plate?" I asked, losing a lot of my dignity. "Could you, um, cover my name until someone else chooses this room? Thanks."
I felt really stupid then, but somehow, I felt that the plate would understand. It did. My name disappeared and in its place were these words.
This is the first and last time I'm doing this, girl. You better be grateful.
"Oh, er, I'm grateful?"
This seemed to be enough, and the words dissolved back into my name, however this time, It was barely visible. I only knew it was my name because I had previously seen it.
I went into my room and scanned it. It was very plain, and had two sides to it. They both had one bed, dresser, and shelf each. They were all a bleak shade of gray. Directly in front of me was a door to what I presumed was the bathroom. I didn't bother to check it out, and instead laid on the bed on the left.
Choosing my dorm had distracted me, and now I was free to think. The times when I feel so much hate, or as I call them, my shadow phases; they're terrible. I don't want to feel this way, but sometimes my emotions control me. It only happens on rare occasions, where I think really deep about my parents. But I had a feeling that the one after my sorting wasn't going to be the last.
I had laid on my bed some more, just thinking, and I lost track of time. Just then, I heard the door open.
My head whirled to the origin of the noise. I saw a girl staring at me with what looked like surprise.
"But the-" she started to say, looking at the door, and looking taken aback when she saw my name.
She blinked twice shook her head, sending long, blonde hair flying around her, and turned to address me.
"I'm sorry. All this magic business is driving me crazy!"
"Are you muggleborn?" I asked.
"Muggle-raised," she replied curtly. The girl looked very rich, with her good-quality muggle dress, which was a sunset color, and her face, which showed signs of makeup meant to look natural. I wasn't sure what to feel about sharing a room with her.
"What's your blood status?" she suddenly asked me.
"You want to know that over my name? Pureblood," I added after thinking about it.
"I'm a half-blood, and my name's Evana. Evana Tayed."
"Kirrilee Destrate," I mumbled, taking out a book, different this time.
It was titled The Adventures of King Arthur. I had once read the muggle version of it and burst out laughing before I could finish a single chapter.
I went back to read it later, but mostly to shake my head at the ridicule that was the book.
This book was also a tale, but wasn't too far fetched, such as stated that Arthur pulled something called Excalibur from a stone.
For one thing, stones are tiny. They're talking about boulders.
But the biggest problem is that Arthur could do far greater things than pull a sword out of a rock; he was a wizard, for Merlin's sake!
"Ehem." Evana pulled me out of my reverie.
"Yes?" I asked, a bit too rude.
"Would you mind, er, helping me unpack? I see you're done," she spoke timidly, all her confidence from before seemingly vanished.
It was true; I had immediately unpacked upon entering the room, and so my side of the dormitory was a little roomier. I nodded, and marked the page in my book.
Evana didn't have many belongings, so it didn't take long to get her shelf packed with knicknacks from her personal life. The clothes took much longer.
Evana didn't have that many clothes, either, but for some weird reason, she liked for them to be organized by color, type, and material. I decided not to tell her about my closet at home.
When we were finally done, I retreated to my bed, while Evana explored the bathroom. My foot suddenly hit something hard: it was my trunk I had hit. I frowned. My trunk was heavier than it should be.
My trunk was one that had three keyholes, which opened up to three different compartments, but never weighed a lot. But the weight was different from when it should be empty. That could only mean there was something inside.
I had only used two of the compartments; one for clothes, and the other for school supplies. I took out the key, which I had strung on a string and wore it as a bracelet, and opened the third compartment. I gasped in shock.
Raina had somehow managed to pack our favorite muggle board game in my trunk before she left, without me knowing it! It was called Scrabble. I heard footsteps.
Evana had come out, and she looked very pleased with what I thought was her changes to the bathroom. I took a deep breath. I knew Raina would want me to. She did it for a reason: in the hopes of me sharing this amazing memory with a friend.
"Hey Evana! Do you-do you want to play this with me?"
"Er, sure!"
Please leave a review! Now that the school year has started, I'm going to need suggestions for these little moments in her life. It can be anything, from a misadventure to her meeting a cannon character. Thanks for reading!