The Peak Of My Existence [T.N]

ARRIVALS

The day had finally arrived. After what Vulpecula felt was a long and torturous summer of waiting, the time to leave home and make her way to Hogwarts was upon her.

She sprung from her bed early on the morning of the 1st September, unable to contain her excitement. She had packed her trunk a week ago, due to her impatience, filling it with clothes, her new uniform, tie and robes unhoused, along with books both for her academic studies and pure enjoyment.

As Vulpecula dragged her heavy trunk down the stairs, it suddenly started to float. She looked up to the top of the stairs finding Remus stood, wand in hand, using a levitation charm.

The trunk was set down by the front door and into the foyer ran Kobra, the black kitten Vulpecula had begged for over two months ago on their trip to Diagon Alley. She had to admit she was more of a dog person but she still held adoration for cats, she found them proud and intriguing.

"Kobra, come here" Vulpecula cooed. The cat registered her soothing voice and bounded over to her and Remus. Vulpecula bent down and lifted the cat into her arms, standing up straight she held out one of his paws and made him wave to a smiling Remus. He did not return the gesture.

"Oh come on Uncle Remus, this is the last time you'll see him in ages!!" Vulpecula made an exaggerated pout at her Godfather.

"Yes, and that means i won't have to repair the sofas for ages." Remus retorted, making a joking celebratory movement with his fists. Vulpecula rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"He's still only a kitten, remember"

The girl made her way into the kitchen and set Kobra down at his food bowl, walking over to the cupboard and pulling out the loaf of bread before making herself a slice of toast.

It was almost time for Vulpecula to head to Kings Cross Station in London. She put her Black Kitten in his transportation cage as Remus loaded her trunk into their car, a very helpful muggle invention that allows one to go from one place to another quickly, without flying or apparating.

The two got into the car and Vulpecula looked out of the window at her house one last time before Remus began to drive away. Her excitement had turned to a sickly feeling of nervousness.

She didn't know what to expect. First of all was the issue of her surname, Black, a lot of expectations, stories and responsibilities, to name a few, come hand in hand with the name she inherited. With her father being a supposed mass murderer and supporter of He who must not be named, she wasn't sure how people at Hogwarts would perceive her. She hoped they didn't pay much mind to it

Not only was this a worry of hers, but the sorting. She wasn't sure whether she'd get Gryffindor, like her father and uncle, or Slytherin, like the long line of Blacks who preceded her were. If she was sure of anything going into Hogwarts it was that she wouldn't be in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, she somehow felt like neither were 'her'. She didn't mind which house she was put in, and Remus said he'd be proud no matter what house she was sorted into, but it still weighed down on her mind.

Secondly, she feared making friends. It had always been a struggle of hers to make and maintain friendships. In the lower school she attended, Vulpecula had made friends with a girl but soon ended up putting glue in her hair because she said 'Vulpecula was a weird name'. Seven year old V had trouble distinguishing the appropriate ways of dealing with things.

She also worried about what she would do if Ron made friends that didn't like her or she didn't like, that would mean she couldn't hang out with him as much as she'd hoped, and would be left to her own devices. Which, as much as she loved to spend lots of her time on her own, she found that Ron was one person she would always be happy to see and he often kept her distracted from the thoughts she didn't want to think.