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———GREYSON POTTER WAS FEELING BITTER.
His brother was sorted into Gryfinddor, Ronald Weasley was sorted into Gryfinddor, hell, Hermione Granger was sorted into Gryffindor. And who was sorted into his house? Draco fucking Malfoy.
"My father told me I could attend Durmstrang, you know, it's better than Hogwarts and whatever Dumbledore teaches us." Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes, prompting the girl beside him to giggle obnoxiously. Her name was Pansy Parkinson and she had been hanging off his every word ever since he sat down.
Greyson signed, glancing over his shoulder to look at his brother who was surrounded with familiar faces. He wished Harry was in the same house as him, it wasn't like they never had any different classes, they did, but this was different. Being in different houses meant having different schedules, plus, Harry was the only one who could calm him down whenever he had a nightmare.
"You look a little down." Blaise Zabini spoke up, dark eyes staring at the younger Potter. "Cheer up."
"Yeah," Theodore Nott beamed at him, "Draco can get a little annoying at times–– don't tell him I said that–– but it's not the worst. You look like it would kill you if you smiled."
"It probably would." Greyson mumbled under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. It's not that bad, he told himself, come on, it's not the end of the world. But then he heard Parkinson laugh out loud and he lost the last ray of hope. The only person he was surprised got sorted into Slytherin would be Clementine Rosewood–– the girl who had almost broken his nose. She was sitting at the end of the table, talking to Nott with a lot of hand gestures, almost smacking the blonde girl sitting beside her straight on the face.
"Welcome," Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Greyson scrunched his face in confusion, but joined others nonetheless.
"What did he say?" Greyson asked out loud.
"Nothing you need to worry about," An older student replied, passing a bowl of mashed potatoes towards him, "Potatoes, Potter?"
Greyson's mouth fell open. The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.
