DATE: September o1, 1977
POINT OF VIEW: Alisa Rae Thomas
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"Originally, I came from France. I was the adopted daughter of the Thomas’s. They were technically Purebloods. My first adoptive father was a Pureblood but; my mother has Muggleborn ties, so some deemed her as Half-blood. Unfortunately, they were killed when I was six. The French Ministry set me up for adoption again. I was then taken in by the De Lucas. They were both Purebloods. I was in Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic until I turned ten. Then my parents took me to Giorando's Prepatory in Italy. Until recently, I've been there," I said out all in a huff.
"That's quite a history ye' got ther'," Hagrid said, obviously not really paying attention to me.
The boats finally stopped in front of staircases. I could see my black Eastern Screech owl, Chernobog. I walked up the stairs with everybody else in the crowds. A person guided the crowd to get in line alphabetically.
"Not you, Ms. Thomas," the woman told me.
"Mi Scusi?" I questioned her as I pointed at myself.
"Follow me," she said.
I reluctantly did so. She brought me to the front of the line.
The Great Halls' doors opened. I followed the woman who told me her name was Professor McGonagall. I sat down on the stool and waited patiently for something to happen.
McGonagall placed on top of my dark brown waves a rather shabby-looking hat.
Than it happened.
"Ah, another Thomas… Or is it a De Luca? For you seem to have a scattered childhood," the hat began to speak into my mind in a quite scrutinizing voice. "You have traits of a Slytherin; you're a natural Parselmouth and a Pureblood. I haven't sorted another Parselmouth ever since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. And you have a mind of knowing what you want. Yet, you also have the intellect of a Ravenclaw, by being trilingual. You use sarcasm and irony to the best of the situation. And you have a lot of wit inside of your soul. Ah. What is this I see? Courage? Ah, yes. You are very loyal to allies. Yet when angered you have a fierce blow. Yet, you are brutally honest and brave when you need to be. Hmm, I think.....GRYFFINDOR!"
I could see James, Sirius, Lily, and Remus waving me over as the whole Gryffindor table applauded at my Sorting. My mouth went into a thin line as McGonagall took the hat off of my head. Severus was gazing down on me. I returned that gaze that clearly read “Fuck the world”.
"Well, looky here!" James prodded at me.
I just scowled in response, and my eyes narrowed shooting daggers.
"Oh, I don't think you would want to mess around with Ms. Thomas, Prongs," Sirius teased in a playful way as he nudged me with his elbow.
I just flashed him a slim, sarcastic, smug smile.
"Touchy now, are we?" James sneered playfully.
"I'm not supposed to be in Gryffindor, Mr. Potter," I jabbed back at him, my eyes beginning to burn.“How peculiar,” I thought to myself once I began to feel the slight pain.
"And why should you not be Sorted into this particular House?" Remus asked, not paying attention to my irises.
I was about to reply until I caught Sirius looking into my eyes.
“Whoa! Thomas, you seem to have changed your iris’s color,” Sirius said referring to my now throbbing eyes.
“What?” I replied in a quite confused manner.
“Prongs check out Thomas’s eyes!” Sirius exclaimed to his best friend. “They’re bloody red!”
“Bloody he- no way,” James murmured as he examined my eyes.
Lily then decided to take a peek at what they were all fascinated with.
“Oh my Merlin’s beard!” she exclaimed as she took a clear observation of my visage. “Alisa, how did you?”
“What are you all fretting over?” I replied in a nonchalant tone, my eyes stopped burning all of a sudden.
Remus then looked at my eyes.
“I don’t see what you all were talking about,” he returned the same nonchalant tone of mine to all four of us.
“They were a bleeding red! I bloody swear I am not up to anything!” James and Sirius both chimed in together.
I rolled my eyes at the two of them.
“Evans!” James appointed. “Did you not see that her eyes clearly changed from a dark hazel to a disturbingly bright red?”
“Honestly, he’s not lying this time,” she said clearly verifying his statement.
“Any who,” Remus interjected, “may you please enlighten me with why you must not be Sorted into Gryffindor?”
"Because, my parents expect me to be a Slytherin," I emphasized trying not to sound like a spoiled prat.
An awkward silence followed, with the exception of the occasional “GRYFFINDOR” or “RAVENCLAW” or “HUFFLEPUFF” or-to the dismay and loathing of the Gryffindors- “SLYTHERIN”.
“Honestly,” Lily piped up, “Alisa, you should really think about how you word your sentences because now we’re just walking amongst circles.”
I rolled my eyes in response. I touched the emerald pendant that lay across my chest. My plain black robes now bore the red and gold tie and the Gryffindor crest. The pendant was shaped in a dagger and a platinum snake coiled around the “blade”. I then decided to have some fun with the awkward predicament I was currently placed in.
“Honestly Alisa, you should really think about how to word your sentences because now we’re just walking amongst circles,” I mimicked in Parseltongue.
Everybody froze once they heard the hissing pouring out of my rose tinted lips.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” I taunted in my Italian brogue.
Their faces were drained of color as they looked like I told them they were about to die.
“Guys,” I started for I was already annoyed by the fact they couldn’t accept that I was a Parseltongue, “get over it. You all look like you are shocked. Seriously, I am sick of you all acting like I am killing someone when I speak it.”
Everybody seemed to be in shock at that point. Especially that I was using a strong emotion in my voice. A bunch of murmurs occurred as I felt my blood boil again. I could hear words being shot all over the tables. They were discussing my eyes again. I sighed. My irises probably changed into a red.
I decided to leave after that, barely eating what I placed onto my plate. I then began to pace up and down the hallways looking around and debating where I should go. I then just sat down on the first floor and scrutinized the area I was surrounded by. I was thinking of what my friends in Italy would be doing right now. They would already be in their dormitory and discussing about their summers. I sighed at the thought of doing so.
Then, an unrecognizable sound of feet tapping in a patterned motioned slowly began to come closer to me. I then drew out my wand and looked at the person who disturbed my silence.
