The crystal in the Horned Serpent carving's forehead glowed, the Wampus carving roared, the Thunderbird carving beat its wings, and the Pukwudgie carving raised its arrow, I was told that it meant all the houses had chosen me, me; the older students who were suppose to be watching in silence on the circular balcony on the floor above stopped being silent. Whispers broke out.

Before the sorting the vice-headmaster had told us to step on the Gordian knot, and the carvings would select us, each by doing an action, and that sometimes more than one carving selects you and you can then choose which house you want to attend. He also described the traits of each house: "The Horned Serpent house is considered to represent the mind of a witch or wizard and favored scholars, Wampus house is considered to represent the body of a witch or wizard and favored warriors, Thunderbird house is considered to represent the soul of a witch or wizard and favored adventurers, and last but not least, Pukwudgie house is considered to represent the heart of a witch or wizard and favored healers."

Being the immature brat I was(though that might be a bit of stretch), I had no idea what kind of honor that was, especially since that it only happened once a decade or generation, and it hasn't happened for almost two and a half generations, since now, since me.

I chose Horned Serpent house.

I don't know why. I had never been fond of serpents or snakes. Maybe it was that my swimming team was called the serpents(I was half-blood, and I loved no-maj activities). Maybe it was because serpents sounded most familiar(my parents had only taught me no-maj subjects before coming to Ilvermorny since they thought they were useful). Maybe I just liked learning. But then again, I never liked brainiacs. Impulse decision.

Unlike most times, again, in the large hall, where we were suppose to have our first wand wave, the wand chose me, I mean, the wand has to choose you, but my wand attacked anyone who came near it, burned, stunned, hexed, except for me. Poplar and Thestral hair. I was told that it both materials were rare, even rarer together.

That was almost seven years ago, it was nearing the start of the Hogwarts school year, last year had been a confusing year, I had always been the pride and joy of my parents, of my disowned Black, runaway, pure blood mother and no-maj-born father, I got all O's in all my subjects, and was top of my class in all of them, and I mean all of them: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Xylomancy, Arithmancy, Study of Ancients Runes, Creature Care, Herbology, Astronomy, Flying, and No-Maj Studies. I was also quidditch captain of Horned Serpent, which had won the Ilvermorny inter-house quidditch cup for six years straight, ever since I joined. I was also winner of the Transfiguration Tournament, as well as the Charms Chalice, Excellence in Potions Cup, Excellence in Runes Cup, Arithmancy Achievement Accolade and the Gobstone Goblet. All of which I had won ever since I joined Ilvermorny. I was also the recipient of the Transfiguration Today Most Promising Newcomer award, after publishing my extensive findings on the field of transfiguration since my second year.

Needless to say, all the teachers expected a a lot from me. And teachers loving me didn't help my social status.

So I only had two friends, Saumya Nadkarni and Jessica Ou. Saumya, because we had met before the sorting and while my parents had not told me anything about Ilvermorny and magic("you'll find out when you go"), Saumya's parents had told her everything, so the ice broke really quick and we ended up swapping stories about what houses we thought our pets would go into(okay, Saumya's pets, all my pets had either gotten lost or died). I had become friends with Jessica after, during our first year mandatory No-Maj Studies class(enriches wizarding culture by learning about out no-maj friends), she had woken me up after class was over because I had fallen asleep since it was the first class of the day and the teacher had clearly fallen asleep during the "creative lesson planning" lessons when he trained to be a teacher, who knows; maybe for those lessons, he had a boring teacher too.

Now is almost end of my sixth year, think, just one more year, then I will be freed from all that stress, I should go, Jeremy, the other sixth year prefect(and my boyfriend! Ahem, sorry, still surprised he doesn't hate me) said we had an emergency prefect meeting tonight.