Paris was lined up behind all the other first years. The little Greenwood wasn’t nervous.
There was no question in her mind.

Paris always knew what her destiny was and just how she was going to get there.

Her name rang out in the Great Hall and she loved all the stares that accompanied her walk to the Sorting Hat.

She sat down and the hat went down upon her head.

“There’s ambition and cunning. And a burning drive. I see.” the hat whispered.

“Put me in Slytherin, that’s where I’m going to be.”

“Hmm, well Slytherin it shall be.”