Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 5

It was the evening of September first, nineteen seventy-one, all the new students poured into the grand hall where we were to dine. The ceiling was speckled with stars and as usual the candles were floating and the ghosts were discussing trivial matters. When all were seated, Dumbledore stood, struck the podium and the room emptied of all noise. The silence was ghastly, exciting, and joyous. Just like the headmaster had done when I was a student, Dumbledore welcomed all the students and introduced the staff. My moment was swiftly approaching and butterflies filled my stomach.

"I would like you all to welcome the newest member to the Hogwarts staff, Miss Maera Zeria, Disciplinarian." At his announcing, my black robbed body rose on my three inch heeled boots and I waved a pale hand at all the students. Sitting down, I nervously fixed my whip-like black hair, feeling all the admiring eyes gaze upon me. Pale skin betrayed my blushing because I was not used to such an acceptance and welcome. "Let the sorting commence!" Dumbledore boomed; the Sorting Hat and chair were brought out and I listened well so I could put names to faces and houses.

To Gryffindor House, the few I could remember were Black, Evans, Lupin, Pettigrew, and Potter. Something pinged inside me like a pin dropping on glass table; I sensed trouble, so I put those names to memory. Personally, I knew Slytherin House would ever prove to be my favorite students; I was very biased but without shame. My ancestral pride caused me to smile when I heard Slytherin called out for a one scrawny, Severus Snape. The small, black haired boy beamed when he saw me slightly raise my glass to congratulate him. It amused me to see how the Hat sorted the children.

The feast continued and I kept a watchful eye out for any suspicious looking characters. My biggest problem at the moment was the cloud of ghosts prancing up and down the Great Hall, stopping to make small talk with the students. In my time, I was rarely noticed by the ghosts, so I hoped they did not know me. A small clink reverberated through my mouth as my teeth hit the edge of my wine glass. Just then, I had a revelation. The ghosts never perceived me because I was multiple things. A light chortle echoed in the crystal goblet as I took a sip feeling a bit safer than before.