malice. |harry potter|

1.2

"i'd like to still be friends, you know."

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        "First years, this way! Do keep up," A tall, elderly woman with glasses called. She walked elegantly, almost regally, and Mali could tell that this was not a woman to be messed with.

         "I'm Professor McGonagall. I am the head of Gryffindor house, and I teach Transfigurations here at Hogwarts. In a few moments, we will enter the Great Hall. Before you take your seats, however, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own nobel history, and each has produces excellent wizards and witches. During your time at Hogwarts your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking with lose you points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingered on a few unkempt students, before promptly leaving.

        "Harry," Mali prompted. "How exactly is it that they sort us into our houses?"

        Harry looked at her before responding. "I haven't a clue. Mum and Dad wouldn't tell me. Ron?"

         "I'm not sure either. Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

        Mali looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Isla's never mentioned that."

       "Oh."

       "It doesn't really matter anyways, does it? We'll be the best in the house they put us in."

               Ron looked at her uneasily. "As long as it's not Slytherin."

               Mali glared at him. "Don't say that, Ron! Merlin was in Slytherin, so was Phineas Nigellus!"

              "None the same, every witch or wizard who ever went bad was in Slytherin. They're quite prejudice, you know."

              "Honestly, Ron. The only person who sounds prejudice right about now is you!" Mali muttered, rolling her eyes in annoyance before feeling Harry's finger on her shoulder.

              "You alright there, Mali?" he asked gently. Mali looked into his soft emerald eyes, and calmed down.

              "Thank you, Harry. Yes, I suppose I'm fine, I'm afraid I just become irked quite easily. It's one of my worst traits, you know."

           "Don't be sorry. Actually, you remind me a bit of Mum when she's angry," he chuckled to himself.

              "You think we'll still be friends if we're in different houses? I know we've only known each other for a day, but I do quite like you. I'd like to still be friends, you know." Harry chuckled.

              "Of course we will. I quite like you too, Malice Fallon."

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       "HUFFLEPUFF!"  Abbott, Hannah had just been sorted. The table decked in yellow cheered as a very pretty girl walked over to them with a smile on her face. "Dupont, Coletta!" McGonagall called. A beautiful redhead walked over to the stool, with fright written on her face. If Mali haven't heard her last name, she would've thought the girl to be a Weasley.

      "Colletta Dupont," The sorting hat stated.

       "Just Lottie," The girl squeaked out nervously.