My first day at Hogwarts wasn't the greatest. As soon as all us first years arrived, we were escorted into the great hall where we would be sorted. I was very anxious. My mother of course wanted me to be in Slytherin, to be the next greatest heir of Lestrange. She told me it was my last chance after my punishment.
But to be honest, I wanted Ravenclaw. I always played by the rules, always wanted the best grades, always wanted to feel accomplished in myself.
Headmaster Mcgonagal placed the sorting hat on a stool as it began to sing. Yet, I wasn't listening, I was too stuck in my head. Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw....
I heard people's name get called out as they walked up to the stage and got sorted. I only listened to a few.
"Jebediah Arwen!" The sorting hat yelled out. Another eleven years boy stepped forward. He had cropped cut, dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, and a smirk. He went on to the stage and sat on the stool, placing the hat on his head. "SLYTERIN!!" Cheers came from the Slytherin table as he smirked widely, strolling over to the other Slytherin kids.
"Drake Nokia!" That's sounded like a fake last name- my heart stopped as the boy walked forward. He had pitch black hair flopped forwards on his face, his brown eyes almost black like coals. He had no emotion whatsoever on his pale face as he stepped onto the stage and pulled the hat on his head. "Hm...." The sorting hat seemed to think about it. "Gryffindor!" Many more cheers came from the Gryffindor table as Drake walked over to them, giving a weak smile.
"Jemma Lestrange!" The whole Great Hall seemed to go quiet. I could hear some people gossiping. "A Lestrange?! In Hogwarts?! What are they trying to do, start a battle of Hogwarts all over again?!" I gulped down a fear as I stepped forward and onto the stage. I slowly sat onto the stool, placing the hat on my head and closing my eyes. I just couldn't have Slytherin..I would be Ravenclaw, I know I would be. I couldn't be like mom. "Slytherin!"
No one cheered besides the Slytherin table. I could feel myself breaking inside. I was mom's golden girl, the heir of Bellatrix Lestrange. I gulped back a scream of fear as I stood up, making eye contact with the boy named Drake who just tilted his head at me. I walked over to the Slytherin table and was patted on the back. The boy named Jebediah smirked at me, looking at me up and down. "I'm Jebediah, but you can call me Jeb." I scratch my hand. "Jemma..." Jeb smirks. "Welcome to Slytherin, Jemma."
<Here's Drake, of course not eleven in this picture. All rights reserved to Viria on this fan art of the Kane Chronicles character Anubis>
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