I own not Harry Potter, however… I WISH I DID MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF!
My friend Mikki and I stood side-by-side waiting in line for the Sorting Ceremony. I hopped nervously from foot to foot. Questions ran through my head like athletes in a race. What if it sees through my fake hyperactivity? What'll do I do? What'll my friends do if I don't get sorted at all? Finally, Mikki was called up.
"Irimi, Mikomi."
After a few minutes, the hat decided what house to put my best friend into.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Tigre, Bengal." A pale girl with harshly cut bangs covering her left eye walked up and the hat was placed on her head. After three seconds, the Sorting Hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" The girl walked shyly over to the Slytherin table and sat down. Finally it was my turn.
"Serpentalis, Mariah." This caught some stares, even from people at the Slytherin table, who looked calm and pretty much evil, most actually choked on their food. My face turned a pale shade of pink as the pins-and-needles feeling entered my cheekbones. Suddenly, only a few seconds after sitting down, my head was engulfed in darkness.
"Hmm, difficult. Ah ha! That's why you hid your true self. Well, with help from your proper house, that shouldn't be to hard to find a new and less stressful way of dealing with it. Okay?"
Uh, sure? I thought.
"Hm, time for you to break into a new social group. So, SLYTHERIN!" I heard the blackness shout. Taking the hat off and setting it onto the stool, I walked towards the Slytherin table, trying to hide my face from prying eyes. Draco Malfoy had an available seat next to him, and it was the closest I could get to hiding my face behind some older students. Finally, after eating a delicious meal, we headed to our rooms.
Through the mass of students, I could see Forrest, still in shock by the fact that I, the hyperactive, innocent, knucklehead was put into Slytherin. I walked up to him.
"Hey Tree." I whispered in his ear. He jumped slightly, regaining his composure within seconds.
"Wuzzup, Skater?" I giggled lightly, we continued with this conversation for a while, until a second year boy with shocking red hear as unkempt as a rats nest and a scattering of freckles over his face interrupted.
"Hey Forrest! How are you? How's…" He broke his last sentence off. "What the? Who's she?"
"This is my friend. Just call her…"
"Call me Ri-ri, or Riah. Whichever you prefer."
"Okay, uh, Riah." He grinned.
"You missed the sorting ceremony didn't you Ron." Forrest joked at his friend. "She's almost as famous as Harry!"
"Wait, is that even possible? She isn't..."
"Yes, she's Mariah Serpentalis." Ron looked at me in disbelief. I giggled. I could see the look on his face thinking THIS little girl is a relative of Voldemort? She's too adorable! She's like a kitten...
"Yes, I know. I get that a lot that I'm like an adorable little kitten, Mr…? I laughed at his obvious confusion.
"Eh, Ron, Ron Weasly. Just call me Ron, Riah…" He blushed a little. I smirked at how uncomfortable he was. I could tell this was how he generally was around females though. Just as he broke off his sentence, a girl who was only about two inches shorter than myself walked up to us.
"Aren't you Mariah Serpentalis? The Slytherin Common Room is that way." She pointed in the other direction.
"Yes, that's my name. I was just saying hello to some friends and you are..?"
"Hermione Granger, second year. It's a pleasure to meet you." She nearly squealed in delight. I thought about her happiness for a few seconds. Please, oh please tell me that I am NOT the only nice Slytherin in here. However, to my disappointment, I was.
