Jarrod.....was a Gryffindor. It was non-comprehend able! He had always thought himself as a Ravenclaw. His mind tended to be a lot more advanced then most other people. And to be put in a house like Gryffindor was actually, quite confusing. He wasn't that brave, he thought. Though he is quite noble.
Finally, he decided to just accept it how it was. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it. So he took his seat, and watched the others get sorted. Jarrod sat alone. It was a little uncomfortable for him to sit with nobody around. He would feel a little better, if he had not stood out so much. But with his purple hair streak and oddly colored eyes(which were also purple), he had no chance at achieving this.
Then suddenly, food appeared on his plate. For a second, it startled Jarrod, but then he remembered how he had read this in one of the books in his personal library. And when he thought about it, he was already starting to miss his house. It was probably just as big as Hogwarts, if not bigger. And it had everything from an indoor quidditch stadium, to a 4 story library. And even though he liked his house, he did not like his parents. They were always talking about how they hated gay people, and how people like that should never be aloud marriage rights. It was a good thing they didn't know about Jarred. If they did, they would never let him forget.
Jarrod could hear people talking from all over. He had really good hearing. He could hear a girl talking about moving here. She was from Russia, Jarrod thought, by the sound of her accent. He also heard something about being happy in Ravenclaw. But it was said in a very confused voice. And he could clearly hear talk about the castle.
"well, a huge place like Hogwarts, and especially magical can be pretty horrible when it comes to finding your way. You learn of course, but the moving stairs doesn't really help all that much. But the ghosts do, all of them are always into helping out. And most of the paintings too, now that I think about it. But Hogwarts in itself is just plainly brilliant," Someone said.
Jarrod looked left and right, trying to find who was talking. And finally, he caught sight of a black haired prefect talking to a first year. Jarrod knew it was a first year because he had been right behind him in the line for sorting. He wished he was over there, talking with them. But they would surely not want to be friends with Jarrod. Who would want to be friends with a gay dude, Jarrod thought. Of course, he had a lot of muggle friends at home, but they were all girls. The only guys he really knew here in England were mean, horrible people, that almost killed him when he was seven. Jarrod thought it was best to just stay there by himself, and eat.
And so he did. The food was a lot better then he thought it would be. The food was better then the food at his home! Of course, the food at home was really well cooked. But it was the Bulgarian food that he was used to. And here, the food was so different. And in a good way too. As he dug in, he cleared his mind. He forgot about the horrible guys at home, and the parents that would never support him. He set aside the fact that he was in the wrong house. And he ignored the aching loneliness that choked his heart.