My name is Armin Arlert. I live in London with my sister, Amanda, and our grandpa. Our parents died when I was 8 and they left us with a book called 'History of Hogwarts' and it talked all about magic. We spent hours reading and rereading the book...
As the feast went on, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly Theo was talking about when he said 'pure blood' on the train, so I asked him.
"Pure-bloods are families that consist of almost all wizards and witches, or all wizards and witches. In my case, my family had been all half-bloods until I was born. Half-bloods tie back to muggles in more recent generations or even have a muggle parent," He explained.
"My mum had both muggle parents..." I murmured.
"That's a possibility too. Muggle-borns, witches and wizards born from muggles," He replied. I picked up a green pear from one of the plates and took a bite.
"That makes me a half-blood then?"
"Yes," He replied.
"Why aren't muggle-borns described as 'blood' or something?" I asked. He paused.
"Well, there is a word for them, but it's very vulgar and offensive."
"What is it?"
"Mudblood," He whispered. "It describes them as having filthy blood and no right to be a witch or wizard. It got really bad before the Battle of Hogwarts. The ministry claimed that it was impossible to have magical ability without any wizarding background. If they couldn't prove they had a witch or wizard in their ancestry, they were... Tortured to put it lightly," He explained and slowly resumed eating. I also ate slowly and thought about the torment my mum could have suffered.
"That's horrible..." I whispered.
"Thankfully, it stopped, but there are still people who support the torment, the blood purists," He said.
"Yeah..." I replied. We finished up the feast and we were led to the dungeons where the Slytherins stayed.
"Welcome to Slytherin. We may be a very isolated house, but together, we make one of the closest and most unified houses in Hogwarts," The prefect said. "To get into the common room, we have a password that changes every year." He turned to the wall. "Niffler," He said and the path revealed itself.
"What's a Niffler?" I asked. 50% of the students turned to me. The prefect looked at me awkwardly and approached me.
"Um... Do you have close muggle relatives?" He asked. I nodded my head and another student snorted. "Who was that!" He shouted and turned around. One of the flashy girls, wearing a silver heart locket with a diamond in the center and dark skin, raised her hand.
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She was still smiling and looked at the other one with fiery red hair, whom joined her in laughing. "And who might you be?" She blinked and raised her eyebrows as if we should know who she is.
"Rao. My parents work with the ministry. I thought you knew," She said. The prefect crossed his arms.
"Yes, I was told we would be getting a transfer student from India. That doesn't mean anything here. No one cares how powerful your parents are. Your actions reflect on you and I'm not fond of that laugh you let out," He said. "Us Slytherins have been stereotyped for generations. Up until recently, pure-bloods were taught to hate muggles and everything with them. We're trying to break that stereotype of us being nothing but mean blood purists. If I hear anything about this blood purity rubbish, you'll be given a one-way ticket to the headmaster and given detention, is that clear?" He looked around at all of us.
"Yes," We all replied. He turned back to me.
"Sorry about that. I'm Liddle. A Niffler is a small creature that hunts down for shiny things to keep. If you ever need help, come to me," He said. I nodded my head and he went back to the front. "This is our common room."
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"Dormitories are separated by year and obviously, girls and boys separate. Classes start tomorrow, so please get some sleep. To your dormitories," He said and directed us to the rooms. I went into one of the girls rooms and the flashy girls were already there.
"Oh, it's you," Rao said and rolled her eyes. I looked at the girl with fiery hair and looked at her robes. Her robes had the Hogwarts crest embroidered on and small roses embroidered on on her sleeves and next to the crest.
"I didn't know they sold robes like that at Madam Malkin's," I said. She turned around and had small money pouch with a coat of arms that had a white rose with a stem in an S shape with a line that looked like a thorn going through it.
"They don't," She replied and raised her eyebrows. "Don't you know who I am?"
"No."
"I'm Bailey Songal. My mum runs the Songal clothing company. These were custom made to fit my desires." She put her arms out to show every part of her robes. She also showed off all the jewelry she had. She had large emerald earrings and a golden bracelet with diamonds.
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"The better question is why aren't you in Hufflepuff?" Rao scoffed and put her hand on her hip.
"Why should I be in Hufflepuff?" I asked.
"Well, you're not smart like a Ravenclaw. You couldn't possibly be brave and in Gryffindor. And us Slytherins-"
"I know the traits of the other houses are. You don't even know me or what my personality is," I replied. She straightened her posture and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.
"And all the mudbloods go to Hufflepuff." I dropped my jaw and stared at her.
"Excuse me!"
"Only the pure are welcome into Slytherin," Songal spoke up.
"Okay, let's stop this." One of the other girls stepped between us. "You heard what Liddle said. We are unified in Slytherin. I don't think we should argue."
"Fine, I guess you can join the mudblood and transfer to Hufflepuff," Rao replied.
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The characters Nisha Rao and Bailey Songal not made by me. They belong to Spitty-Screech .
