Noah Capulet's parents split when she was 8 years old. Since then, she had kept to herself and closed everybody out. A certain man manages to find his way in and make the little girl inside of her come out again.
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CHAPTER TWO: HOUSES
"Ahh, Ms. Capulet." An older woman approached me, I recognized her as Professor McGonnagall, the woman who wrote to me this summer.
"Professor." I greeted with a small curl of the lips. It wasn't a smile by any imagination, but it provided a sliver of comfort.
"Come dear, let's get you sorted." She put a hand on my left shoulder and led me up to the front and sat me down on a stool.
It was a talking hat, one that didn't look very pleased to see me. It was set upon the top of my head, ruffling the resemblance of a slicked back bun.
"Hmm this is tricky," the hat started out, moving to the top of my head. "Very smart.." It went on. "Very clever, very intelligent." It said in a questionable voice. "Ravenclaw would suit you very well,"
We really hope you are in fucking Slytherin.
I mumbled the words 'put me in Slytherin' under my breath twice, hoping that would manifest the outcome I wanted in the situation.
"Make up your bloody mind." I set out loud, looking up to the hat.
"Slytherin!" The hat shouted.
The green table cheered, Blaise signaling to sit by him once I was allowed to get down from the steps. I sat next to him, looking at the food I was about to enjoy.
"What do the houses represent?" I asked Blaise, who could care less about the first years being sorted.
"Slytherin's rival is Gryffindor, stay away from them. Don't do anything stupid around teachers, they take points away from houses. Gryffindor wins almost every year." He paused, looking away and then at me again. "And Slytherin throws the best parties."
I huffed out a laugh at the statement, turning my attention back to the first years. We were bored out of our minds for the next two hours.
I followed the prefect to the common room, which was in the dungeon. I grimaced at that. Who wants to stay locked away underground every hour of every day?
