Over the Tip of the Tower

Prolouge

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Gwyndolyn ✍️

Amelia ran her hands through her blonde curls. The color was drained from them. Her hair was more of a white color, due to her mother's insistence of bleaching her hair each year to make it look like the rest of her family.

Right now, her face was about the same color as her hair. As the sorting hat was taken from her head, she twiddled her thumbs together. This hasn't really happened, had it?

Her older sisters scowled at her from the Gryffindor table. Murmers rippled across the crowd, about how the new Keltberry has been sorted into Ravenclaw.

Meli felt a chill pass through her spine. This was real. She was the first Keltberry not to be sorted into Gryffindor.

All her life, she had been taught that only purebloods were good enough to talk to, and any Keltberry that's not a Gryffindor isn't a Keltberry. Anyone who has the Keltberry name and isn't a Gryffindor was scum.

How could this be? Meli had been perfect all of her years. She never meant to be punished this badly.

But this was real, and she was a Ravenclaw.