Treacherous | Hermione Granger Book II

|11| Chapter Eleven

E L E V E N

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The enormous Welcoming Feast full of delicious foods and constant chatter managed to distract Saffron from her disappointment at her brothers sorting. She would have plenty of opportunities to check up on him. Besides, it was probably a good thing that he was sorted in Ravenclaw because for as inconsistent as Maya could be in showing how much she cared about her siblings, she had done a better job as of late. Saffron knew deep down that her sister would look after him considering they were indeed in the same house. She just had to ignore her somewhat envious feelings and focus on what matter: Rowan and Rachel were in Hogwarts.

Rachel, Saffron felt a sharp twinge of pain when she realised she had barely spared a second thought for her younger sister. She had been sorted into Hufflepuff, just as their father had and moreover just like their father had wanted for them. Oscar Mitchell had stated that he wished for all of his children to end up in Hufflepuff because of how accepting and loyal the group were as a whole. Only one of his four children got in, not that he would ever know.

With Maya and Rowan following a different path in joining Ravenclaw, Rachel in Hufflepuff like their father, that left Saffron where her mother had been. For a few moments, Saffron mulled over the possibility of what that could mean. When she thought about where her mother ended up, and how specifically she had passed, Saffron couldn't help but wonder if she was destined to a similar fate. 

She wore her mother's red ribbon in her hair every day. She looked like her double, even more so than Maya and Rachel. She ended up in Gryffindor . . . There was a lot of correlation about how they lived up until the age of twelve, and for a moment, Saffron thought about taking the ribbon out of her hair. Simply because she didn't want to be destined to any fate remotely like that of her mothers, but before her hand could twist it out of her hair, she stopped her self.

As similar as they might have been, she was not her mother. Saffron felt like she didn't have to distance herself from what little she remembered about the woman in order to not become her. Her feelings towards it fluctuated all the time, but the red ribbon had served her well so far. Or at the very least hadn't hurt her. Why change it now?

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The feast ended, leaving the entirety of the hall with full stomachs and sleepy heads after the long day of travel most of them had undergone. The hitch was that not everybody who was supposed to be in the hall was there, as Harry and Ron were still noticeable absentees. In true Hogwarts fashion, rumours started to circulate as to their whereabouts. 

As Saffron made her way over to congratulate Rowan at the Ravenclaw table, Saffron was aghast at what people were saying. Theories about them being abducted, expelled and arrested on charges of threatening the exposure of the wizarding world. Shaking her head as she passed the hisses of gossip, she smiled widely at Rowan, who looked pleased with himself.

"Congratulations, you raven," Saffron said to her brother, who had been talking to Maya who was seemingly fascinated in what he was saying.

"Eagle!" countered Rowan, mock-defensively, followed by a small laugh from the boy who's school tie had altered its colour from a plain grey to a blue and silver combination.

"Yeah, whatever," Saffron laughed back at him. "You happy?"

Rowan nodded hesitantly. "I--I think so, are you?"