Chapter 4: Hogwarts

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I woke up on the bench, when I hear Mattheo saying "wake up.. child." I squinted my eyes at him and sat up. Mattheos coat was on me as a blanket. When I sat up, Mattheo rustled in his bag to get something. He got out cigarettes. I rolled my eyes. I put my elbows on my thigh and my hands on my cheeks. I can watch him all day. Mattheo chuckled like he had heard me. "Um.. Mattheo why do you always laugh when we're together." "No reason, maybe, just, because I can read minds" wait what did I just hear. He can read my mind, what if he's reading it right now. He put a cigarette in is mouth. "Love, I am," and with that he left. Um.... What. I tried to catch up with him to talk about what just happen, but it seems I vanished.
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Everyone went to the great hall and got seated. Dumbledore gave his speech, and all first years got sorted. Now Dumbledore will announce me, are so I thought. " We have new studentS," said Dumbledore. Before he could say anything else Mattheo burst in the doors. I had know idea he was a new student. "Oh look there's one of them right now," McGonagall quickly spoke. everything went silent. Mattheo slowly walked to the chair. "Ooh... Another riddle.... this is hard. But, it will have to be..... SLYTHERIN." Slytherin table clapped there hands until the were red. I smiled. "Next up.... Y/n Smith." Dumbledore read. I walked up to the chair, I could feel the eyes staring into my skin. I sat in the chair. The hat on my head. Wait do they ever clean this? What if someone had lice. Why so many people staring, like mind your own damn business. I hear the hat laugh. Oop. " This is interesting, either Gryffindor or Slytherin. She's Smart, resourceful, brave, short tempered; but one stands out: cleverness. It will have to be: SLYTHERIN. Slytherin table cheered has I sat down. I tried to sit down as far away from Draco and Pansy as possible. I sat next to Mattheo. " Do you know who your roommate is?" I whispered trying to start conversation. "No." He left the bench and walked out the doors.

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