Slytherin by heart Little Lina made her way to the Slytherin table with her little crab backpack slung over her shoulder, having been sorted. She didn't know why, but it felt particularly... natural here. She was strangely choosy in finding a place to sit, but when she came across it she was sure it was where she was meant to be. She settled in and looked around at the other students. This, however, was not familiar. Somehow she seemed like a stranger amongst all of them. Either she, or them, were not supposed to be here.
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