#25: Sorting Hat
My heart was thumping. Everyone in my family had been a Slytherin. What if I wasn’t chosen to be in the best of four houses? Don’t worry. I’m a true Slytherin, down to the core, I told myself.
When Professor McGonagall called “Black, Narcissa,” I strolled confidently to the tattered hat.
“Slytherin!” the Hat cried just as the brim touched me. Smiling, I walked to the Slytherin table where I was greeted with tremendous applause.
The pale boy I’d seen before, “Malfoy, Lucius,” stepped up soon after. I saw a contented smirk on his face when the hat yelled, “Slytherin!”
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |