Despite the fear she felt grip onto her heart when Voldemort first showed her the books. She had no magical training up until now, but it didn't take long to figure it out. She became somewhat wary of her companion, someone who even considered taking a human life for immortality.
But it was simply too easy to trust him. He had a certain way he did things and held himself, as if he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. You could see how others trusted him, revered him, feared him.
It was just as easy to see how much the Gryffindors loathed him. She tried to stay away from him during the day, being unused to attention. Having her childhood, she was used to people ignoring her or not noticing her when she blended into her surroundings.
It was nearly two weeks into the term when she finally walked in on some members of her dorm still awake. She felt distinctly uncomfortable when they stared at her, as if she didn't belong there. Of course, she didn't, but all the same.
The girl on the bed next to her with reddish hair said "Why haven't we seen you in here before?"
Her cheeks going red, Nagini said "I come in late at night."
Smirking, another girl said "She's always with that second year boy."
"You seem strangely well connected, Inua," the red headed girl said.
"Well of course, my brother told me all about everything in Hogwarts last year," Inua said.
"Really, it's not as if I don't have siblings."
Nagini lay her head down on the pillow, listening to the girls chat until suddenly, they decided to include her in the conversation again.
"So what's your name?" Felicia, the redhead, asked.
"Nagini."
"What family are you from?" Inua asked.
Nagini stayed silent, debating what she should say. She didn't know enough about the wizarding world to maintain a lie really. "I don't know," she whispered. "I'm an orphan."
Felicia was silent, but Inua said "Well, you must have wizarding parents, or you wouldn't be in Slytherin."
When Nagini didn't reply, Felicia said "Good night," and the lights went out.