Etta slowly made her way to the Slytherin table. Moments ago she was newly sorted to the Slytherin House. She felt a sense of pride and curiosity about what this term would bring her, the experiences and maybe even make one friend. This was not the orphanage or foster homes she grew up in. This was Hogwarts. It had rules, it wasn’t going to be difficult…right?
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, no…
Her eyes widened at the number of strangers students and the staff at the front end. Etta froze. Her vision blurred, breath quickened and the hall grew louder in her ears. Her muscles tensed and her sweat was cold just like her hands. Etta shivered and wringed her hands.
And the hall!
The hall was getting smaller! The air became heavy and her chest tightened.
Tears filled her eyes as the social panic was setting in.
She wanted to run out of there but Etta couldn't move. Couldn't even move from the quivering of her jaw.
This was embarrassing! |