 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Frankie was will cross at that mangy, stupid old hat for putting him in Gryffindor. He would swear in front of the entire school that a Paton did not belong in the house of lions. They belonged in Slytherin, all of them. Yet the Sorting Hat made a mistake, just like it did with his father all those years ago. Now he was in the worst house ever, aside from Hufflepuff. Life would have been much better if he were in Slytherin. Was there a way he could trade the red and gold for green and silver?
That was exactly the question the blond boy was trying to find a solution to while Zeke started sorting through his belongings. He had his own unpacking to do too, though there were more pressing matters that he needed to take care of first. Why did the Hat say Gryffindor? He was a snake. Frankie knew he was, no matter what the Hat believed.
His head did perk up when Zeke offered him and the other boys in the room candy. Comfort food was needed during such a troubling time. So Frankie crawled out of his bed and reached a hand into the box without a word. He pulled out a green bean and sighed before putting it in his mouth. "Do you think they'll let me be in Slytherin if my dad gives the school enough money?" He needed to at least try, right?
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