The Dark Witch

Chapter four

Adara's POV

Hagrid had soon departed from us after a stern lady called McGonagall taught us the history of Hogwarts and the differences between our coven magic and theirs. She smiled slightly at our awe, clearing her throat she began to speak.

"These houses have their own unique characteristics, and are named after the four founders of Hogwarts: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. ... The house of Slytherin represents cunningness, ambition and charm. They live to achieve the goals they most desire. I have a feeling you three will do wonders in Slytherin." She looked amused down at our smaller forms.

" I have also heard that you three do not own a pet yet, do you three have certain animals in your coven our should I summon a couple cats and owls?" She questioned us curiously.
Looking between each other, Dakota began filling McGonagall in on our situation.

"Well miss, we are infact different, our coven gets accompanied by multiple animals for different things. Like if I went on a dangerous task I would get a strong protective animal, if I had to do a coven task I would require a smart animal. No animal of ours will attack or listen to others unless we say so." Dakota finished with a small nod.

A shuffling drawed our attention to Dante as he stuttered to the teacher.
"You know of...the...sleeping arrangements... oh! Aswell, I promise you miss McGonagall I am no pervert we are just used to being close together in our coven..." he forced the words out quickly. McGonagall sighed and nodded with a slight 'better be' under her breath.

Hogwarts truly is a beautiful place, old styled curves and arches above brown detailed doors, the teacher replaced her smile with a blank face as she said follow me, pushing open the doors. Loud chattering came to a stop as we walked in as confident as we could behind the lady, eyes once focused on others and food, slowly turned to watch the new late comers.

It was very clear to me which tables were which, hufflepuff, griffindor, ravenclaw and finally...slytherin. The one we apparently would naturally go to.  A long table of other older teachers was at the front, facing the other tables, a old man with a white beard seemed to be the leader. As he let out a soft "aaa you must be from the Crescent Coven" at the mention of the Coven multiple whispers went around.

I managed to catch a few but not all "whats a coven?" "They look like pureblood, don't you thing Tommy?" "No wonder they are so pretty, they sound part of something exotic"

I smirked at the last one. They werent wrong. Glancing to the man. " I am professor Dumbledore, welcome young ones to our school. Let the second sorting ceremony began!" He stood up hands in the air as the students clapped and hooted.  My name was suddenly called, 'Adara Hecate' Abrown hat was carried to a stool, where I was shooed to sit on, very cautiously, I sat down as it was placed on my head. Not flinching as it began to somehow talk, it had a very wise voice for...well....A hat.

"Hmm, Hecate, a very ancient name that Goddess of Witchcraft, you young one are exceptionally smart, brave and loyal. Also very dark though, very cunning, a born leader. Wandless magic eh?Charming, very charming." I glanced at Dakota as she smirked at me.

The hat continued...
"I have heard you all need to and will be in the same house, hmm, very well then, SLYTHERIN!" It shouted out loud. Cheering and hooting can be heard from the slytherin table and just clapping from the others.  Jumping off the stool, I stand and walk over to the row of smiling and smirking slytherins. I chose to sit further away from a group of them, a slick haired blonde boy, a brown haired girl clinging to his arm, and another three other guys. One after the other my friends come join me after the hat just shouts SLYTHERIN! At them.

Warily we glance down at the food, it sure looks good but it could be dangerous, I watch a girl pick up a piece of chicken, a few potatoes and carrots, I copy and do the same, Dante and Dakota soon follow, they trusted my judgement. The food was lovely, tangy,rich, sweet and spicy. Had a lot more flavour than our covens traditional beefs, mash mixtures and broccoli and sweetcorns.

It was like a party of my senses, after eating two thirds of my chicken breast  and potatoes I finished my carrots. I wasn't usually that hungry at dinner.  Glancing at what my friends got, I saw Dante with chicken wings, a red sliced veg and mash. As usual he wolfed all of it down, where as Dakota who had a similar plate to me ate the same amount of her chicken, mash and left half of her veg.  Smiling satisfied with the meal, I glanced at the small cake in a wrapper, decorated with blue icing and some additional decorations.

Carefully picking up three, one for each of us, I heard an ugly snort, placing the cakes down in front of my friends I glanced to my right to see the clingy girl smirking at me. Opening her gob she began to speak.
"Gonna eat all of those?" She laughed, even though she herself had two in her hand. Showing her the one I was going to eat and pointing to Dante eating his, "this is my One, the One single cake in my One hand" exaggerating the point of only having one. pausing for a moment, I smiled falsely at her.
"Gonna eat all those?" Pointing to her two and subtly at the tray of the rest of them. Soon after, four other subtle laughs could be heard  from the other guys she sat with as they glanced at me. After a few seconds they turned away and began chatting lowly.

All except One, the slick haired  blonde boy, with sparkeling grey eyes. Reaching behind the others he offered his hand, "I'm malfoy, Draco Malfoy, I'm a pureblood. And you?"
Shaking his hand, I replied with a curt nod, "Hecate, Adara Hecate. Pureblood. Dante Aelson and Dakota Craft. Purebloods also." I pointed to my friends. He nodded with a boyish smile as he began to introduce his friends. "This is Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise" I smirked as he missed out the girl clinging to his arm. She was staring at him in shock, "and...you are?" I asked her in a dull voice.

"Pansy Parkinson. Not that it matters to you" she sneered at me before turning to talk to a skinny blonde girl.
"Lovely.." I sneered back, un-amused at her attitude. Turning back to my friends to gossip about the school as Dante finished his pink croissant.