"You look like an idiot."
"YOU look like an idiot!"
"Oh yeah, what a comeback."
"I've got more up my sleeve but I'd rather not waste my breath on you."
"Argh! You're so annoying!"
"Yeah well, I don't particularly fancy you either!"
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You come fr...
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Slytherin.
Slytherin.
Slytherin.
Of all places to go. They put me in Slytherin. When I entered the Slytherin table of course there was applause. All of except Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Bryan. What a welcome party that was.
Harry Potter got put into Gryffindor after me and just like that, we were all split up in different directions.
I was forced to sit beside Draco and he was unimpressed with my position. Cory sat across from me which wasn't as comforting anyway.
Finally, all the students got sorted into their houses. And the feast, began.
At that moment, food magically appeared in front of us, and I glance around at it in wonder. Like an all you can eat. Pick what you want from the plates.
It was awesome!
There is so much food in front of us. From corn, to chicken wings, to nuggets, to ham, to vegetables. Steam raising off of them with alluring smells that could make mouths water.
Draco smirks, looking around at the food before him. All of us are fairly astounded, there's nothing to explain that. As if this is the most food any of us have seen in our entire lives.
"Well, L/n! How did someone as despicable as you get into Slytherin?"
Don't snap. Don't snap. Don't snap.
"Why?" I groan out.
"Your parents are Gryffindor."
"And my brother's Slytherin." I huff. "I'm sure it'll make sense later. Why do you wanna know?"
"I'm just asking." He retorts with a glare. "Almost thought you'd get in Gryffindor."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Cory warns. "Just shove your mouth in and be silent."
"I could say the same to you." Draco scoffs. "MY father will hear about this!"
"Don't be a daddy's boy." I hiss.
His eyes widen in anger, but he keeps his mouth closed and snarls. Turning to his food and most likely proceeding to ignore everything else.
