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「ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ」
𝟙𝟡𝟡𝟙
"Lestrange, Natalia!"
Whispers echoed off the walls of the great hall as she took the stage with a nervous shiver running her spine. Natalia was used to this sort of thing but it was somehow different when she sat there with 1000's of eyes boring into her, front and centre.
Not even the moonlit ceiling or the dazzling floating candles could calm her nerves.
Especially the latter.
Natalia straightened her back as Professor Mcgonagall gently placed the sorting hat atop her head of tightly pulled back frizz.
"A Lestrange, my my, I was wondering when I would meet another." The hat spoke.
"You have a strong mind Natalia, how to use it is the question..."
"You could bring a lot to the Lestrange name Natalia."
"No."
Natalia spoke for the first time that day, barely recognising her own voice before lowering it to a whisper.
"I hate being a Lestrange, I hate my family, I hate everything about it."
She used to think she liked the name, it does have a pretty ring to it, but as the years went on she began to dread introducing herself to people and having them suddenly assume the worst of her after hearing it.
"Very well, if you believe that, my choice here is clear."
Natalia squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath as she knew exactly what the hat was going to say.
In her mind she attempted to convince herself that she had made the right decision, that it was how this was supposed to go.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Then the regret sank in, and all the candles went out.
