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My head was pounding like sledgehammers were banging against my temples. It was probably a bit much vodka last night and now it's evening...
Also i felt my cheekbone pounding as hell. Yes that will be another scar...fuck it
I narrowed my eyes and blinked over at Draco, who was sitting across from me at the Slytherin table. He didn't seem to feel any different. To his advantage, however, he was in good hands, because two chicks to his left and right snuggled up to him and provided him with aspirin and other stuff.
I couldn't watch this any longer. My ears were pounding from the noise level in the great hall. What a hangover!
I buried my face in my hands so as not to look at the food, because then I would sure as hell be groping all over the table, that much was certain.
By the gods! Please just let this fucking initiation go by quick.

I heard Dumbledore step up to his desk and the room instantly fell silent. Then he began his speech, greeting the new first years and explaining rules and dangers in blah blah blah. The usual shit.
Then after what felt like an eternity, the first shits were divided into their houses, which again took an eternity. Slytherin, of course, got most of the new . The bad guys, that was our nickname, grew bigger again.

But not only we had such names. Gryffindor, the snobs...they were all born with a silver spoon up their ass and think they are better in everything. Fuck off.
Ravenclaw. The nerds what else. I think some of them have never seen the sun in their lives because they have their noses in a book all the time. Ah, these people suck.
And then we had the rest, or rather the freaks. Hufflepuff. Nobody wanted to be one of them. They are wierd. But they knew how to party, and they did it really well... We in Slytherin might have had the hookers and the booze, but Hufflepuff got to the stuff that makes you happy, if you know what I mean...

Finally the last little shit was done and I watched him from the crook of my arm as he hopped off the chair with the sorting hat and made his way to the Gryffendor table.

But then, as I hoped for the long-awaited sentence that we should now go to our rooms, Dumbledore started to babble some more. I rolled my eyes annoyed, but then decided to listen.
"I have one more thing to tell you..."
Get to the point old man.
"There will be another student attending our school this year. She comes from a distant boarding school, also for witchcraft and wizardry. But since her skills require further education, she will be attending the fourth year here..."
I closed my eyes tiredly and threw my head back. Again some chick who just has money and can now walk to the academy of magic....we all already know that.
"I would now like to ask you to remain calm when she enters here..."
Oh please... I mean...What is she? Maleficent personified? Bullshit.

"May I introduce: Filou Loel Black"

Immediately a wild whisper broke out in the hall. I too opened my eyes in surprise. Wait Black like... Sirius Black? Since when did he have a daughter?
But then the huge doors swung open. And suddenly it became dead quiet.

My eyes were fixed on the table. It would be too painful to frantically look up right now, so I relied on what I heard.
Light footsteps run across the room and then stop. Apparently she must have stopped for a moment...
Suddenly I heard something like a piece of clothing being dropped on the floor and in the next moment a murmur of partly shocked partly astonished rippled through the hall.
I guess I had to look up now. I raised my head a bit and recognized a small figure...

She stood in the center of the middle aisle and looked around.

Then she continued on her way. There was still nothing to be heard.

She wasn't very tall... maybe 5'4 or 5'5.
The uniform she was wearing was too big for her from the back and front. The shirt long like a tent around her delicate body and hung halfway in the waistband of the skirt. She must to roll up her sleeves because they were way to long for her arms and her tie hung loosely around her neck. On her feet she wore slightly worn black Converse and one of the knee socks had slipped down a bit. I had to grin a little at the sight.