Chapter 3

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"That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered."

Ecclesiastes 1:15

The Great Hall was teeming with people, and the Shadow siblings were struggling to stay together as they progressed through the crowd. Wolfbane was holding onto the back of Belladonna's cloak like it was a lifeline, and Atropa was gripping Wolfbane's hand, and they walked in a line towards the head of their respective tables.

As they reached the front of the room, Belladonna turned to the twins and said, "Don't you dare hesitate to come to me if something is wrong, you hear me?"

Wolfbane knew that the comment had been directed towards the both of them, but he felt as if Belladonna was directing more towards him then Atropa.

Wolfbane did a sort of mock salute and said, "Yes, ma'am!"

Atropa elbowed him lightly in the side and giggled. Belladonna gave them both a stern look and hugged them, her ink black hair tickling Wolfbane's nose.

She pulled back and swished her hair over her shoulder, saying, "You should get to your tables. McGonnagal is going to start the Sorting Ceremony soon."

With that being said, Belladonna scurried over to the Slytherin table, her green eyes glinting as she started an animated conversation with someone beside her. Wolfbane turned to Atropa then, hugging her tighter than Belldonna had. Atropa hugged back, and Wolfbane could feel a wet patch forming on his shoulder from Atropa, who had started crying.

Wolfbane pulled back slightly to look his twin in the face. Her eyes were red rimmed, even though she had just started crying.

"'Tropa, what's wrong?" Wolfbane asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Atropa looked at him, hugged him one last time, and then scurried off to the Hufflepuff table. Wolfbane started to slightly panic. He had hurt her, Wolfbane was sure of it. He stiffened and slowly walked over to the Ravenclaw table, sitting away from the other Ravenclaws.

He watched with a faux interest as McGonnagal lead the tiny first years to the front of the room and set the Sorting Hat on the stool. The first years were so excited about being sorted, and Wolfbane almost wished that he could be that young again. He wished he could go back to being a happy child who didn't have to deal with the stress and anxiety of the secret that he kept on his shoulders .McGonnagal unrolled the parchment and read the first name.

"Arion, Mordecai." She said loud and clear.

A small boy with a mop of technicolor blue hair and large circular glasses walked up to the stool and sat down. He was bouncing so much that the hat fell off of his head. With a sigh, McGonnagal placed the hat back on the boy's head and the room fell into a quiet trance, waiting for the hat to make its decision.

The hat opened up the huge ripped seam that served as its mouth and shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaws, being who they were, didn't yell and cheer to incredibly loud, but they did cheer nonetheless as the young boy with the technicolor blue hair came over and sat down next to Wolfbane.

"Hallo! My name's Mordecai Arion! What's yours?" The boy, Mordecai, said, extending his arm forward so that Wolfbane could shake his hand.

Wolfbane looked at Mordecai warily and decided that he would give the boy a chance. He remembered being so lonely in his House for the first couple of months of his first year. To be completely honest, Wolfbane was still lonely, he just talked to people a little bit more after those first few months.

"Wolfbane Foxglove Shadow." He said, taking Mordecai's small, frail, hand in his own and giving it a small shake. "How d'you do?"

Mordecai's purple eyes seemed to sparkle underneath his glasses as he said, "Your last name is Shadow? That is so cool!"

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