HOUSES:
Now I stand again with the younger kids. Again I have nothing to look at but the rest of the hall. People whisper, younger kids fiddle around and bit their lips until they bleed, they are no doubt nervous.
One by one the nervous younger kids get "sorted" into their houses. I find out what houses are only just then, no one told me about houses, they think I am mental, I wouldn't understand, they understand nothing, my foster parents told them I was a mute, they know nothing. The house of favor seems to be one called: Gryffindor. Another house in favor is "glaring table" or the: Slytherins. I favor Gryffindor; the principle seems to favor them more also.
I find myself the last one standing. Everyone in staring at me and I finally notice I am wearing weird clothes, everyone else wears high jeans, so high I wonder if they have mental problems too. I come to the conclusion I like my jeans, my long hip-length cream-colored hair, my too-small Good Charlotte T-shirt, my floppy, cheap water-proof sandals and my pierced ears. My non-freckled skin is the same color as my hair, creamy-white. My hair is so blonde it looks bleached. I will not try to fit in.
Hat Women stares at me as if I am supposed to read her mind. I do, I step forward as she calls my name, my last name is first, like the others.
Hat Women: Prosper, Destiny [and then a: by the way] everyone is this hall, Destiny is a transfer fifth year form America, I want you to treat her normally, or house points will be lost.
Or maybe I should just change my last and first name around, I find out I like the name Prosper. And who said I was a transfer? I have never been to a school like this before, but I did have to cram every book in that little freaky book store we went to in some alley place to become a fifth year, it took me about a year and half.
I am Prosper, Destiny the transfer fifth year from America. Hat Lady says "America" like I was from a desert island off the coast of Africa that is home to savage beasts with there own language.
I am reminded of a English assignment I had to do in the sixth grade with my best friend. It was supposed to be a poster about somewhere where we would go exploring. My best friend and me pick a desert island in the middle of the ocean. To be part of our exploring team you had to know what one divided by one thousand something was, and you had to bring a shovel. The island was home to one savage native guy who ate humans; his name was Evil Bob. I am being treated like Evil Bob.
I stare a few moments at the singing hat, I missed it's name, I think to much. Singing Hat is in Hat Women's hands I sit down, maybe they're crazy, maybe I am going crazy. I wish to wake up and be in bed, knowing this was just some stupid dream, it is not, Singing Hat is placed on my head, I begin to hear voices, I am going crazy.
Singing Hat: Ah, a much-organized mind. Very, very bright. Very smart but...no. I think not to put you in Ravenclaw, you have a dark past. You long for belonging and friends, not to much bravery. You have much hate in you; you can do almost anything with that hate. A pure blood eh? I can give you belonging; I can help you achieve your wildest dreams. better be: SLYTHERIN!
I am now in the less favored, glaring house. Who said I wanted belonging? Sure I hate things; this has given me one more thing to hate. I would have picked anything but the Slytherins. Now I am in: Slytherin, where I'm going to make my real friends, I'm now one of those cunning folk who use any means to achieve their ends.
I hate my life. And I hate snakes.
