I am ashamed of you.

I'm ashamed of myself too ... I'm a terrible person.

I was still in the potions room, collecting as fast as I could the two cauldrons spilled on the floor. The boys of the first year tend to throw the cauldrons on the ground, mainly because of the nerves or fear, which the head of my house instills. In fact, the first day I think I also threw a cauldron on the ground. Professor Snape got very angry with me.

Professor Snape felt more than just shame for me, he felt revulsion towards me. Because he hadn't forgotten that deep down I was a Gryffindor under Slytherin robes. He had a blood traitor in his house, or whatever. I was a Gryffindor in the depths of my dark and cruel heart.

He felt extreme disgust for that house and contempt for all his students. I did not know why our house detested the others, I mean from an objective view there is no reason to despise them. But of course, being subjective, the most treacherous of snakes lived here, among which my sister Isobel stood out, with her insults, her impertinence and her cruel desire to torment the weakest. She's undesirable, isn't she more repulsive than me?

No, she was treated by Snape like the rest of the Slytherins, like a saint. I was the only black sheep here. Although this sheep already had its heart poisoned, black as coal, thirsty for revenge. I sighed in relief to see that I was done with the cleaning, just as I heard the students down the hall heading here.

―Professor Snape I'm done, can I go sir?

He kept staring at the yellowish pieces of parchment in front of him, though something told me he hadn't taken his eye off me since I walked in.

―Yes, Miss Rosenberg, can go to your classes.

Thanks to Merlin! I turned and walked briskly toward the door, wanting to get out of there.

―Miss Rosenberg ...

I stopped short just before I grabbed the doorknob ... should I fear for my life?

―Yes, sir? ―I said, turning my back on him.

―At seven thirty, I want you in my office, Miss Rosenberg.

I knew it! It had been too easy to escape from there.

―Yes Professor Snape …

I left there very quickly so as not to miss more classes, the next class ... the next ... Mm I think it was defense but I'm not sure, well ... Was there anything worse than being punished by Snape? I honestly doubt it a lot.

―Stupid misshapen hell bat.

It was the only thing my mouth whispered on the way to being late to defense against the dark arts ... again. Breathe Elinor, breathe ... was what my brain was whispering to me, which was the only one that was still calm because my heart was going a hundred an hour.

After endless hours, my classes had finished that day, I already had time for myself or at least a little while before seven o'clock. I was on the shores of the black lake, observing how its waters flowed in perfect harmony with the east wind. It was what comforted me the most about this place, the beautiful lake. Someday I too would run away like lake water flowing as far as the eye can see.

―10 minutes past seven, oh it's time to visit batman in the dungeons ...

That comparison of the superhero to my potions teacher gave me the creeps. Yes, loneliness was driving me crazy and making me say this kind of crap. I took my things and walked through the green pastures to enter the castle, of course it was already quite dark and almost all the students were in the dining room. In a quick glance I observed that my sister was at our table, although her most faithful harpy was not with her ... That was very strange, if not dangerous, because they could be plotting something against me. Which was what I feared.

I carefully continued my way to the dungeons, I must have a thousand eyes and be ready for the worst. I had my wand at the ready for whatever trap those two wacky bitches set against me. But for the moment everything was going well for me I was almost at Snape's office. I had a few corridors to go when suddenly I heard Susan Wells laugh in the distance. I followed her laugh until I found where she was talking to another Slytherin harpy. I hid behind the doorway and waited to listen ...

―I don't believe you, Susan.

―It's true Darla. ―Wells said, laughing.

Darla Johnson, another harpy of care. She doesn't talk much but she always caught you off guard when she attacked you.

―The idiot Isobel Rosenberg wants to join the Death Eaters after finishing the course. She wouldn't last two days with them.

―How do you know all that?

―Because she told me, and because my parents are also Death Eaters. I know how all that works. That Rosenberg Mudblood will not enter the Death Eaters, they will kill her first.

The two laughed in accomplices of her joy, and for the future of my sister. From my stupid sister, her life was in danger. What am I going to do now? Will I help her? Shall I leave it to her own devices? Would I let my sister die? At the moment I could only quietly walk away and think as I went to Snape's office. Half past seven, he's going to be mad at me again ...