Age 11
Words
Summary: Raven chose the house she was born in.
Raven sat frozen, the Sorting Hat’s words echoing in her mind.
"You belong to all of them… but the choice is yours."
Her heart pounded.
She glanced at the Slytherin table, where Draco, Lola, and Mattheo were watching her with intense expressions.
Slytherin was her legacy. It was in her blood.
She took a deep breath and whispered, "Slytherin."
The Sorting Hat chuckled. "Ah, I thought you might say that. Very well then—"
“SLYTHERIN!”
The Slytherin table erupted into cheers, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the Great Hall.
Raven let out a relieved breath as McGonagall removed the Sorting Hat, giving her a small nod before gesturing toward her new house.
She walked confidently toward the Slytherin table, where students clapped her on the back, welcoming her.
Lola was smiling proudly, and Mattheo ruffled her hair the moment she sat down.
Draco, however, just smirked. “Took you long enough.”
Raven rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.
She had been given a choice.
And she had chosen Slytherin.
She was home.
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Fantasíathis is a story is about mattheo and Lola and their daughter selen (sea-le-n)
