what adventures await for Circe Calidonius one of the last known descendants of the greatest wizard of all time, Merlin.
Growing up proves to be Circe's hardest challenge in life, Who can she trust, Who will she despise, and who will she grow to lov...
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-Circe's POV -
Draco grabs my hand and pulls me into his side as we walk up the last steps, "Thanks for that" he whispers. "No problem ... I'm always gonna be here for you" I smiled, as we approached two wooden doors all we could hear was chatter from the inside until the doors swung open and the whole room went quiet.
The site was truly something, there were four rows of tables probably the four houses the professor stated before, at the end of the hall there was a large table with multiple adults sitting behind it, one of them being Dumbledore sitting centred in the middle like a muggle king holding a banquet.
Each professor was different from the next but one stood out to me the most. He was a thin middle-aged man with a long hooked nose and above-shoulder short black hair, he looked bored out of his mind until his eyes locked on Potter.
'Weird' I thought, Draco squeezed my hand tighter he seemed a bit uneasy at the thought of being sorted into our houses, which made me feel extremely uneasy too.
Draco always strives for the attention of his parents because they are busy most of the time but always try and make time for him, they were also sorted into Slytherin. This made Draco want to follow in their footsteps and make them proud.
You see Draco's whole bloodline was sorted into Slytherin, so in his mind, it's only fit for him to be too.
I was uneasy about the thought of being sorted into a different house from my friends, I wouldn't get to see them a lot, and further into the future, we would grow apart. I forgot what was going on around me until the cat professor started speaking.
"Now before we begin Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words" She grinned, handing the attention over to a man who looked like he was on the doorstep of death.
"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce, the first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker Mr. Flinch has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor of the right-hand side is out of bounds, To everyone that does not wish to die a most painful death, thank you."
'Wow, what a great way to finish a speech' I thought as I scoffed, Dumbledore nodded to the female professor to continue. "When I call your name you will come forth and I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses."
She waits a few moments and unrolls the scroll in her hand, "Hermione Granger!" she yells. I had zoned out when she called a couple of names I was too busy admiring the ceiling, it seemed to be bewitched mirroring the night sky with lit candles floating around the room, Everything was exactly as Isabella explained it.
I was pulled back into reality when she yelled a certain blond's name.
Draco squeezed my hand which I had forgotten he was still holding and sighed trying to relieve his nerves. Lifting his chin he marched his way up to the stool and sat down nervously before the grumpy-looking hat touched his head it screamed "SLYTHERIN!".
