Everything went wrong when Easton Greengrass was sorted into Slytherin.
Easton wasn't ambitious. Easton wasn't cunning. Easton lacked any sense of self-preservation in every meaning there was (she came close to killing herself during Potions on nume...
Easton Greengrass wasn't ambitious. Easton Greengrass wasn't cunning. Easton Greengrass lacked any sense of self-preservation in every meaning there was (she came close to killing herself during Potions on numerous occasions).
See, Easton Greengrass wasn't many things, much to her parents' dislike, and, oh dear Merlin, she most definitely wasn't a Slytherin. However, funnily enough, this little fact didn't prevent the Sorting Hat from putting her in the House that embodied everything Easton Greengrass wasn't, and everything her family hoped she would eventually become. Which she didn't.
She still couldn't wrap her mind around how it came to be, really. A twist of fate? A sick joke? Sodding karma finally making her pay for that one time she almost burned her sister's hair off when they were seven?
Even six years later, six years of hours spent thinking of where she went wrong in life to deserve this, Easton Greengrass still hadn't an answer. And so she learned to live with it.
Sort of.
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