She only hesitated for a moment before sliding into a seat at the Slytherin Table. She had no reason to hesitate. These were her peers; she had no reason to avoid them. She hadn’t had friends at school back home. She hadn’t wanted any. To her mother, making friends would have meant Delaney was adjusting, settling in, accepting her new circumstance. Something Delaney refused to do, but Hogwarts would be different.
Next to her was a young girl {Bella} that looked to be a similar age of her with a strange lump protruding from her robe. And if Delaney had been paying any attention to the sorting of her fellow first years she would have recognized her as such. A few older students sat nearby.
Delaney foot tapped against the stone floors as she made her decision.
“I’m Delaney,” she introduced herself to no one in particular as though the sorting hat had not announced who she was only moments ago.
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