Serena was mad.

She had unintentionally fallen asleep on the train. She had packed books and bought sweets to keep herself entertained, but as it was, the sound of the train and the small rocking it provided, she had been lulled to sleep. It was to be expected considering Serena hardly slept at all from excitement and the constant checking of the time throughout the night.

Combing the hair on the right side of her head where she had fallen asleep on, the small redhead followed rest of her pupils into the Great Hall. Her mum and dad and grandfather and godparents and aunts and uncles and cousins have ALL told her about this moment. Yet, it didn't come close to the way it was making her feel right now. The breath in her lungs left as soon as her blue eyes took in the floating candles and the starry sky.

Wooooaaah.

Fixing her hair some more, she pretended to be a little impressed. No need to come off like a muggle.

It wasn't long before her name was called. Baltazar-Dos Santos. They both carried the power Serena proudly carried on her shoulders. Nose up in the air, the eleven year old took a seat on the stool and waited for the Sorting Hat.

A smirk crossed her lips when as soon as the hat fit her head it called out loudly...

SLYTHERIN!

Are you suuuure, she thought smugly.

Child, with a blood-line like yours, you don't need answers. Start asking questions for answers you don't already know. Serena was about to take the hat off when...

Beware, the downfall of a Slytherin is their insecurity, and you, my child, is heavy with it.

Well.....that was DUMB. Serena rolled her eyes and handed the Sorting Hat off. She was happy with first bit of their interaction. So happy, she decided not to acknowledge the warning.