Slytherin Supremes

Four

It was finally here. The big day.

My big day.

The morning of September 1st came around much slower than I could've hoped, all of my pent up excitement for the magical journey to begin seemed to only cause the days to crawl by. But alas, at last I was stuffing the last items I'd require into my, rather full, Hogwarts trunk.

Over the past week father had spent all of his time with me, he told me that "work could wait" and that he needed to be with me before I left for school. We spent the warm days in our large garden, mostly whooshing around on our brooms like we had when I was much younger while mother watched from the safety of the ground.

Much to mothers distaste, on my fifth birthday my grandfather had brought me my very own, first broomstick! Ever since I had been certain I wanted to join the school quidditch team. Mother always supported me of course, but I'm sure she would've preferred I spent my time learning etiquette and grace with my friends mothers and her.

It wasn't exactly pureblood custom for the ladies to play sport, we were supposed to sit around drinking tea, gossiping and wait for our husbands to finish work.

In the evenings, when father and I were too exhausted to fly any longer, he would spend his time teaching me super simple potions, charms and although he knew he shouldn't, even the odd little hex or jinx for anyone who upset me or my friends while we were away at school.

Personally, I couldn't wait to try out the jelly legs jinx on someone.

Even Professor Snape made an appearance, he actually came round to speak to father however ended up spending most of his evening watching me brew my first skele-gro potion. He looked over at my father with an unusual impressed look on his face before saying something about how even his fourth years struggle with brewing it to my level of perfection.

If he was impressed with that, he should of seen my draught of peace potion that I brewed last night. Daphne told me first year potions would be a breeze for us all when our parents had been tutoring us from such young ages.

The final thing to be squeezed into my trunk was mother's small, silver Slytherin embossed ring and tie pin. I'd taken the ring off during the week, it felt strange wearing it knowing I hadn't yet been sorted into the emerald house.

It was something that had been on my mind constantly. I wanted to be in Slytherin. I wanted to make my family proud and live up to the Myradin name. But what if I wasn't a Slytherin. What if the raggedy sorting hat thought I was more of a Gryffindor. I didn't know what I would do if that were the case.

I shuddered at the thought.

Before I could dwell any longer, a heard three distinct knocks upon my door. I stood from my kneeling position infront of my trunk and smoothed out my skirt.

"Yes father" I chirped, turning towards my bedroom door to meet fathers gaze as he walked in and towards me.

Placing his hand on my cheek, he spoke "how is the packing going darling?"

"I just need help closing my trunk now" I giggled down at my bulging trunk, the neatly folded clothes spilling from the sides.

Father laughed along, before kneeling down and tucking in the shirt that had fallen from the trunk. As I knelt next to him he paused, before reaching for mothers Slytherin ring.

"You're not wearing it, is everything okay Celestia?" His hand flew to my forehead as though to check my temperature, it certainly wasn't like me to not keep mothers belongings close to me even I would admit.