 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Gideon George Emerson entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry without the illusion of wonder that he assumed dazzled many first firsts on their first night in the castle. He had spent the last four years at Beauxbatons and the shine of attending any magical school had worn off. School was school no matter the curriculum.
And yet, the fifth year wasn’t not excited about this latest chapter, but he was certainly more subdued than his counterparts.
While Hogwarts did have a reputation for certain things, it was the most popular school for magical students in the UK. And Gideon needed that demographic to know him, like him even. So, he had launched a well-thought-out campaign to his parents that outlined why he needed to be at Hogwarts.
His father had been mightily impressed. His mother had her suspicions about things. But Gideon could manage those so long as the end result got him here. To Hogwarts.
He supposed he expected his sorting to be a short affair. The dark-haired boy was smart, intuitive and his father had been a Ravenclaw.
When the hat called out— SLYTHERIN— Gideon paused. Then adapted.
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