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Chapter Two: Dealing
There was scattered applause as Adia took her seat at the Slytherin table. Most were just surprised by her outburst, the rest were irritated.
'I don't belong in a house full of Death Eaters,' Adia thought to herself as she waited for the rest of the sorting, 'my family has always been neutral. Why did the hat do this to me, I'm not ambitious.'
The rest of the sorting went by quickly and before she knew it, food was appearing on the table. She quickly grabbed as much as she could then sat back and relaxed.
'Well, I might as well enjoy it as long as I can. Things are going to be getting rough after tonight. Classes start tomorrow.'
She ate quietly for a few minutes, taking in bits and pieces of other conversations, "Potty and the Weasel weren't on the train. I was hoping to try out a new curse my father taught me. I found the Mudblood, but didn't get the chance to do anything."
"She did not! I told her I liked him. How could she!"
"I met this gorgeous quiddich player while I was in Greece and he gave me his address so I could owl him."
Adia quickly decided that the people in her house were uninteresting and kept to herself the rest of the evening.
She woke up the next morning feeling not quite refreshed, but got dressed and headed back down to the great hall to eat breakfast. It had only taken two wrong turns before she found herself hopelessly lost. She wandered a bit, trying to find the hall on her own before giving up and stopping the first older student she saw for directions.
"Sorry, I can't find the Great Hall. Could you give me directions?"
It turned out that asking this particular student was a bad idea.
"Why don't you go ask someone in your own house where it is, you Slytherin."
The older student walked away, leaving Adia feeling hurt and confused. She didn't feel like breakfast anymore, so she slowly turned around and it only took her a few minutes to find her way back to her common room. It was only once she has sat on her bed and closed the curtains that she let the tears fall. She didn't understand why she had to be put in this awful house where everyone ignored her or treated her badly. She only left the confines of her small curtained world when one of her room mates, Stasia, told her that she had to go to breakfast to get her schedule. Stasia had already been to the Great Hall and led Adia there.
It was silent when she entered the hall. It took a second before the noise came back. She spotted Talor, who was waving her over.
"What happened? Why was it so quiet when I got here?" Adia asked once she had sat down next to her friend.
Talor pointed to the Gryffindor table, "You see that red head sitting over there with the girl with bushy hair and the guy with black hair?"
"You mean Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, him. Well, apparently Harry Potter and the redhead-
"Ron Weasley?"
"Yeah, anyway, they took Ron's dad's car and flew it to Hogwarts instead of taking the train. They landed in the Whomping Willow, and Ron's mum just sent him a howler. I overheard some Gryffindors talking about it this morning while I was trying to find my way down here."
"Did you have to ask directions?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Never mind. I'm going to go get my schedule, I'll be right back."
"Okay."
Adia's first day at Hogwarts was uneventful, except for Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was taught by a teacher who couldn't possibly be any fuller of himself. It was rather entertaining.
Adia had Potions first with Gryffindor, who didn't seem to like the Slytherin's much, Herbology with Hufflepuff, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaw, Flying with Gryffindor, Charms with Ravenclaw, and Transfiguration with Hufflepuff.
She thought as she went to bed that night that she didn't like the sorting hat much, and would have to do something about it being so stereotypical.