No...
Her lips mouthed the word, it was filling her head. Sirius didn't seem bothered at all. He smiled jubilantly whilst hopping off the seat, the echos of golden-crimson hurrahs ringing in the air. For him.
But she sat still, and all of a sudden she felt isolated sitting by her table. She felt isolation choking her throat, climbing her forehead, rapping itself around her, floating about her skin.
He ran to his new home.
She realized that in every step he took, she became less and less familiar to him, meaningful, a part of his life.
Now his real home was his old one.
she wasn't a part of his home any longer.
Cissy glanced at her, her eyes wide and pale. "I was so sure he'd be a Slytherin. No one in the family has ever..."
"Yea?" Bella wanted to say. "You were sure? 'Cause he never cared enough, he never wanted to be with us." Yet the words turned to air at her lips, and she hissed, "Just the perfect place for him, against us all!" Her sister's face suggested tears, so Bella closed her eyes. "The hat know what it's doing- let it be. He's family, he'll always be family."
So little in her believed those words.
He had took one step further, from home and tradition. He had no intentions of turning back,
she knew it.
How bitter the word 'no' felt on her lips... Like she could help the case. Change what happened. Like he could hear her voice and look back, reconsider, remember she was there...
"Bullshit, Bella, he wouldn't care," she snapped the thought.
He was only her little cousin these days.
Now he was something else.
Now he was... a stranger.