Chapter 10
I thought for hours and hours wondering if I was suppose to be in Slytherin or not. The sorting hat told me something when I was sorted that I was suppose to be in Slytherin. But my parents wouldn't approve at all. Ever since my uncle was killed by You-Know-Who, they always hoped that neither Thomas, Andrew, Othello, Leanne, or myself would get into there.
Flashback to my first year
McGonagall yelled, "Bell, Katie."
Oh no! It was my turn to be sorted. Ob lord! What if I get into Slytherin?! I stepped up slowly to the stool that was next to Professor McGonagall and took a seat. She placed the old sorting hat on my head and it started to talk.
"Hmm…you're a Bell. Now let's see. Thomas is in Ravenclaw but you aren't as witty as he is. And Andrew and Othello are in Hufflepuff, yet not just or loyal. So that leaves Gryffindor and Slytherin," the hat told me.
"Please don't put me in Slytherin…Father would be outraged," I thought.
"Oh? But Slytherin is right where you belong. Your fate rests with being with one of them. And with that you could get away from your brothers and your annoying little sister."
"I know Leanne's annoying but that doesn't I don't want to be in Slytherin. Please!!" I begged. I didn't want to be in Slytherin even if I'm suppose to be.
"Very well then," the hat told me with a sigh. And then it yelled "GRYFFINDOR!!"
Thank goodness I wasn't in Slytherin.
End of Flashback
It told me that my fate rested with a Slytherin. And that Slytherin is Marcus Flint, my Quidditch captain's sworn rival…
"Flint," Pucey said.
Marcus didn't answer.
"FLINT!" he yelled again, startling Marcus.
Marcus jumped in surprise. "What?" he asked.
"You aren't going to tell me who you're going with to the ball, are you?"
"Nope. You'll just have to find out yourself, idiot."
Pucey got up with a surprised yet defensive face. "Idiot? I get better grades than you do, git!"
Marcus just waved away and walked outside.
Pucey looked at him and then Higgs said, "I think he's going with Bell. He can't stop talking about her."
I thought for hours and hours wondering if I was suppose to be in Slytherin or not. The sorting hat told me something when I was sorted that I was suppose to be in Slytherin. But my parents wouldn't approve at all. Ever since my uncle was killed by You-Know-Who, they always hoped that neither Thomas, Andrew, Othello, Leanne, or myself would get into there.
Flashback to my first year
McGonagall yelled, "Bell, Katie."
Oh no! It was my turn to be sorted. Ob lord! What if I get into Slytherin?! I stepped up slowly to the stool that was next to Professor McGonagall and took a seat. She placed the old sorting hat on my head and it started to talk.
"Hmm…you're a Bell. Now let's see. Thomas is in Ravenclaw but you aren't as witty as he is. And Andrew and Othello are in Hufflepuff, yet not just or loyal. So that leaves Gryffindor and Slytherin," the hat told me.
"Please don't put me in Slytherin…Father would be outraged," I thought.
"Oh? But Slytherin is right where you belong. Your fate rests with being with one of them. And with that you could get away from your brothers and your annoying little sister."
"I know Leanne's annoying but that doesn't I don't want to be in Slytherin. Please!!" I begged. I didn't want to be in Slytherin even if I'm suppose to be.
"Very well then," the hat told me with a sigh. And then it yelled "GRYFFINDOR!!"
Thank goodness I wasn't in Slytherin.
End of Flashback
It told me that my fate rested with a Slytherin. And that Slytherin is Marcus Flint, my Quidditch captain's sworn rival…
"Flint," Pucey said.
Marcus didn't answer.
"FLINT!" he yelled again, startling Marcus.
Marcus jumped in surprise. "What?" he asked.
"You aren't going to tell me who you're going with to the ball, are you?"
"Nope. You'll just have to find out yourself, idiot."
Pucey got up with a surprised yet defensive face. "Idiot? I get better grades than you do, git!"
Marcus just waved away and walked outside.
Pucey looked at him and then Higgs said, "I think he's going with Bell. He can't stop talking about her."