This Is Who I Really Am

Chapter eight

"Hufflepuff!" When the hat was taken off Elliot looked mortified. "I am a potato!" He whispers to me, clearly aggravated, as he takes a seat back down. I muffle a giggle before standing up, waiting for my name to be called. "Evangeline Granger." I walk up and sit down, just before the hat was placed on my head I saw Fred and Hermione's reaction to my name. Neither were identical.

"Where to put you? Such a smart girl, I think Ravenclaw would be good." He starts and I hold my breath, waiting, "But I also think you would need your brother." It continues. It let's out a loud laugh before it whispers in the quietest voice ever, "You need to follow your prophecy." Then it bellows out my House. "Gryffindor!" The clapping was loud as I sat beside George and Fred. My face was bright red and I couldn't help but wonder what the hat meant. Maybe if I found my prophecy I can see how this plays out! George pats my shoulder and introduces me to Lee. "Hi, I am Eva." I smile politely. Dumbledore Speaks for a few minutes before our food appears and conversations start. It was weird. They laughed with me like we have been friends for years, (which in my head we technically have been) and I learned a few things about them, vice versa. It wasn't until I looked Hermione's way that I realized the Trio had been talking about me. Fred, George, and Lee caught on and brought up the real question. "So, you are related to Granger?" Fred asks. "I..I don't know.." I trail off, furrowing my eye brows as if I were confused. My eyes lock with Hermione, me being the first to look away. "You should talk to her." Fred gave me an encouraging smile. It melted my heart, and for a moment I got lost in his eyes. I stand up and walk over to her before even trying to figure out what to say.