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Draco sat watching the Sorting ceremony, completely bored. Not one new Slytherin had been called, but then, they were only at the F's. Crabbe and Goyle were no help, they were staring piggly at their plates, just begging food to appear. Potter and Weasley hadn't been on the train to make fun of. He rolled his eyes. When would this stupid sorting end?
"Faye, Meilin!" Professor McGonagall called. A girl with plain brown hair and large blue eyes stepped up, looking nervously about the room. She put the Sorting Hat on, and the Great Hall watched as she disappeared beneath it.
"Well, well. Where shall I put you?" the Sorting Hat asked softly in Meilin's ear.
"I don't know…" she thought, "I didn't even know about this place."
"I see your mother died soon after you were born. She was full of wit and cleverness, probably would have been in Ravenclaw. But your father, also a muggle, is soft and caring. He would probably have been in Hufflepuff. But where do YOU belong?"
"Just put me somewhere." She thought unhappily. Even through the hat she could here murmurs about this taking so long.
"Best go where your destiny is best suited," the Hat said, "SLYTHERIN!"
The silver and green table exploded with applause, Meilin could only take that to mean that was Slytherin. She walked over, sitting at the closet empty chair. A silver-haired boy shook her hand.
"Congratulations! We're the best house, no matter what other people say." He paused, "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. A second year here."
"I'm Meilin Faye. But you probably got that from the… yeah." She blushed, looking down. She felt stupid. In attempts to comfort herself, she pulled out her wand. It made her feel powerful, the warm sensation that spread throughout her body. And the wandmaker (Mr. Ollivanders was his name, she was proud to remember) had said the wand would work only for her. It was Beechwood with dragon heartstring. Exactly nine inches (she had measured it herself) (Sailor Kirby here, does anyone recognize this wand? It was the first one Harry tried out. Seriously, check the first book. Page 84 of the hardcover version).
"Put that away," Draco hissed at her, "Dumbledore's about to speak. He or Filch might think you're trying to do magic! Not that I mind a little rule breaking, but honestly, don't get in trouble on your first night!" As the white bearded man stood up to talk, Meilin hastily shove her wand back into her pocket.
"I doubt I could do anything anyway," she muttered to Draco. He stared at her.
"Well, you're a pureblood aren't you? We can do anything. Besides, growing up in a wizard family gives you a HUGE advantage over the weaklings in the other houses." His eyes drifted to a table decked in red and gold, " 'Specially those guys."
"But I'm not from an all wizard family," Meilin cocked her head, "And I never knew this place existed. And my mother and father were something the Hat up there called muggles. Hey Draco, what is a muggle?" But Draco had apparently heard none of this. Seems he spat pumpkin juice over the table. He glared at Meilin.
"You're NOT a pureblood?"
"What's that?"
"ALL you're family isn't wizards?"
"No, just me, or so the Hat said…" Draco's mouth set in a thin line.
"Mudblood." The rest of the table turned to stare. Meilin looked at them all.
"What's that?" She asked. A boy with a prefect badge scowled at her.
"How did a mudblood get into Slytherin? All of us are pure!"
"Yeah, only purebloods are allowed in Slytherin."
"Are you sure the Hat didn't sneeze? Maybe he meant Hufflepuff."
"Or Gryffindor," someone said darkly. They all glared at Meilin. She sank into her chair, wishing she could just get smaller and smaller.
When she got to the dormitory, things didn't improve. The other new girls ignored her as they pointed out the smallest bed in the corner to her. She sank into it, feeling depressed. She fell into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she noticed the other girls in the dormitory were gone. She got dressed, walking as slow as possible towards the common room, in hopes the rest of the house would be gone.
They weren't.
When she stepped off the last stair, a chant rose up.
"Mudblood, mudblood, mudblood, mudblood…" Meilin noticed the silver haired Draco was leading the rest. Tears stung her eyes. She burst into sobs, running out the door. She tried not to hear the cheers as she left.
Author's note: Okay, it's pretty bad so far, but I needed to get the feeling of unwant across. Poor Meilin. Oh, well, please review. Please?
Draco sat watching the Sorting ceremony, completely bored. Not one new Slytherin had been called, but then, they were only at the F's. Crabbe and Goyle were no help, they were staring piggly at their plates, just begging food to appear. Potter and Weasley hadn't been on the train to make fun of. He rolled his eyes. When would this stupid sorting end?
"Faye, Meilin!" Professor McGonagall called. A girl with plain brown hair and large blue eyes stepped up, looking nervously about the room. She put the Sorting Hat on, and the Great Hall watched as she disappeared beneath it.
"Well, well. Where shall I put you?" the Sorting Hat asked softly in Meilin's ear.
"I don't know…" she thought, "I didn't even know about this place."
"I see your mother died soon after you were born. She was full of wit and cleverness, probably would have been in Ravenclaw. But your father, also a muggle, is soft and caring. He would probably have been in Hufflepuff. But where do YOU belong?"
"Just put me somewhere." She thought unhappily. Even through the hat she could here murmurs about this taking so long.
"Best go where your destiny is best suited," the Hat said, "SLYTHERIN!"
The silver and green table exploded with applause, Meilin could only take that to mean that was Slytherin. She walked over, sitting at the closet empty chair. A silver-haired boy shook her hand.
"Congratulations! We're the best house, no matter what other people say." He paused, "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. A second year here."
"I'm Meilin Faye. But you probably got that from the… yeah." She blushed, looking down. She felt stupid. In attempts to comfort herself, she pulled out her wand. It made her feel powerful, the warm sensation that spread throughout her body. And the wandmaker (Mr. Ollivanders was his name, she was proud to remember) had said the wand would work only for her. It was Beechwood with dragon heartstring. Exactly nine inches (she had measured it herself) (Sailor Kirby here, does anyone recognize this wand? It was the first one Harry tried out. Seriously, check the first book. Page 84 of the hardcover version).
"Put that away," Draco hissed at her, "Dumbledore's about to speak. He or Filch might think you're trying to do magic! Not that I mind a little rule breaking, but honestly, don't get in trouble on your first night!" As the white bearded man stood up to talk, Meilin hastily shove her wand back into her pocket.
"I doubt I could do anything anyway," she muttered to Draco. He stared at her.
"Well, you're a pureblood aren't you? We can do anything. Besides, growing up in a wizard family gives you a HUGE advantage over the weaklings in the other houses." His eyes drifted to a table decked in red and gold, " 'Specially those guys."
"But I'm not from an all wizard family," Meilin cocked her head, "And I never knew this place existed. And my mother and father were something the Hat up there called muggles. Hey Draco, what is a muggle?" But Draco had apparently heard none of this. Seems he spat pumpkin juice over the table. He glared at Meilin.
"You're NOT a pureblood?"
"What's that?"
"ALL you're family isn't wizards?"
"No, just me, or so the Hat said…" Draco's mouth set in a thin line.
"Mudblood." The rest of the table turned to stare. Meilin looked at them all.
"What's that?" She asked. A boy with a prefect badge scowled at her.
"How did a mudblood get into Slytherin? All of us are pure!"
"Yeah, only purebloods are allowed in Slytherin."
"Are you sure the Hat didn't sneeze? Maybe he meant Hufflepuff."
"Or Gryffindor," someone said darkly. They all glared at Meilin. She sank into her chair, wishing she could just get smaller and smaller.
When she got to the dormitory, things didn't improve. The other new girls ignored her as they pointed out the smallest bed in the corner to her. She sank into it, feeling depressed. She fell into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she noticed the other girls in the dormitory were gone. She got dressed, walking as slow as possible towards the common room, in hopes the rest of the house would be gone.
They weren't.
When she stepped off the last stair, a chant rose up.
"Mudblood, mudblood, mudblood, mudblood…" Meilin noticed the silver haired Draco was leading the rest. Tears stung her eyes. She burst into sobs, running out the door. She tried not to hear the cheers as she left.
Author's note: Okay, it's pretty bad so far, but I needed to get the feeling of unwant across. Poor Meilin. Oh, well, please review. Please?