I wake up the next morning and look at the glowing wall clock. It is exactly 6:32. I lie in bed a few minutes replaying what happened. I got called onto the stage. I sat there for like, I don't even know, 7 minutes? He was so against putting me in Slytherin even though he knew I wanted it. I couldn't possibly understand why he put me in the house my parents hated, probably still hate, the most.
I sigh...my parents, then I sit up in alert. I need to owl them to let them know what happened! What will their reaction be! They'll hate me won't they?!
I calm myself down, think about what dad said, and take heavy breaths. I shakily get up from bed and head into the bathroom to get dressed. I use wandless magic to do everything, put on my clothes, do my hair, all that stuff.
But I leave the tie off. I feel like I have to put it on myself. This is my house. No it's not. Yes it is. I am going back and forth with myself! It's just a stupid tie! I think to myself. I shove it on me and walk out.
I take time to notice the details around me. The Gryffindor colors splattered everywhere. I sigh. It is warm and welcoming. I sit by the fire. Maybe I'll just wait here till 7:30, when everyone will be ready for breakfast.
"Why you up so early?" I heard the now familiar voice of Albus Potter, stifling a yawn.
"Don't know, just....woke up." I said still staring at the fire, "Good morning." I said sighing. That is the 3rd time I have sighed this morning.
"Morning," He replied, "I just woke up too, couldn't go back to sleep. I was really nervous yesterday, thought I would be put in Slytherin." I said
"You, in Slytherin?" I was trying to hold back a slight laugh, "Albus, you are WAY to nice and....Gryffindor-y to be in Slytherin." I said teasing.
"Well, so are you, Vivian!" I could hear the smile in his voice, "Do you know how nice you are, compared to the stories I have heard about your father, you and him cannot seriously be related." He stated matter of factly.
I shrugged, a bit hurt....I wasn't good enough.
"I thought I was good enough to be in Slytherin, at least cunning enough, but you know what the sorting hat said?"
"What?"
"The sorting hat said people would use me for their own advantage, not my own, that I wouldn't be happy there. I tried to tell it that all I wanted was for my parents to be happy with me. But I still get put into the worse house I could get put in!" My voice was slightly getting louder so I lowered it immediatly, " I'm sorry, but I just don't want to be here." I looked down at the floor, why did I share all of that, he would probably go tell everyone.
"Oh, Vivian..." Albus came and sat next to me, next thing was the most shocking, he put his arm around my shoulder to comfort me, I was to sad and dissapointed in my self to fight it. So I sat on the couch holding my knees.
"Isn't this weird?" I asked after a while.
"What that I'm hugging you when your sad? No, your my friend."
"Well, that's not exactly what I meant, I mean the fact we are friends, our parents...they despised each other, and here we are, sharing our feelings and....stuff...being...friendly." I turned to look at him, almost startlingly close to is eyes, they were green with tinges of blue. Not the exact same color of his dad's, he got some blue from his mother.
I backed up waiting for his response, "We aren't our parents Vivian." He said smiling at me. I hugged him so tight.
"Your right." I said, remembering him saying that after the sorting, taking concideration into this. I was not my mom or my dad, I can be nice, I can have friends who actually care for me. I was looking forward to all the things my dad could do that I actually probably won't ever do. I smiled about how stupid I was being. Albus was actually right...I don't have to be in Slytherin, but, what if my parents don't except me being in Gryffindor?
