The rest of the train ride was rather peaceful, after I had dodged the questions about where I went and what had happend we finally sat in the compartment in a comfortable silence. After about 2 peaceful hours of silence Olivier broke it; -Celeste! I can see Hogwarts, it's utterly beautiful! Olivier said in a excited and happy tone. I smiled as I saw the beautiful castle that was drowning in the soft sun that was slowly setting. Hapiness filled my entire body, the feeling was quite strange for me since it has been months since I felt this kind of hapiness. And as my gaze left the castle and went towards my brother I knew he was feeling the same. If this wasn't the definition of a new beginning, I don't know what was. I couldn't help but let out a excited squeal.
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Oliver and I was standing outside the great hall amongst all the short first years. Altough i was the one to talk. I was barely 5,1 myself which my brother found hilarious since he and father was about 6,2. Altough I suppose I got my short height from my mother, but even she was 5,6. But being this short had its pros and cons, mostly cons and one of them being a armrest for Oliver and the rest of my friends at Beauxbatons, but you learn to get used to it.
A woman started talkning about the houses, I didn't pay a lot of attention since father already informed us that we had to be in Slytherin, end of story. But I could not stop thinking about the other houses, especially Gryffindor. And I had a feeling my dear brother thought the same.
We walked in the back behind all the first years when we went entered the great hall. Olivier and I stuck out as a sore thumb, not only by our height but also our confidence, the first years looked nervous, we felt like the first years but did not dare to show it. We walked with our heads held high and we wore a proud and cocky smirk, and if anybody dared to whisper anything bad about us we would face the owner of the voice and raise a intimidating eyebrow as a threat. Which worked, every single time. Not just at Hogwarts. I would lie if i said i did not like the feeling of being superior. I liked the power the Cadieux name held, but i would never dare to say it out loud, then it would become too real.
When i was walking down the grand great hall i locked eyes with a pair of green eyes, Ron. I smiled slightly before locking eyes with stormy grey eyes, i did not catch his name but the hair said it all. Draco Malfoy. I smirked and winked remembering what had happend earlier on the train. I shaked my head and diverted my eyes forwards.
All the first years got sorted first, nothing exciting since i would never speak to any of the young children. But i was happy for them, i was happy that no matter what house they were sorted into, most of these children would still be accepted by their families. But what would happen to Olivier and me? What would father say if i was a Gryffindor?
The old woman called up the last first year name before it was only me and Oliver left; -OLIVIER CADIEUX! I heard people starting to whisper the same things they had did earlier on the platform. But at this very moment i couldn't be bothered. Olivier walked up to the old woman and gave her a nod before sitting on the old stool, simultaneously as the old woman put the old sorting hat on his head. It did not take long before the sorting hat shouted; -SLYTHERIN! I was slightly shocked, i thought he was going to be in Hufflepuff with his bubbly personality, but perhaps i was wrong. I mean, i did not even know who i was? Atleast father would be pleased. I smiled at my brother as he made his way over to the Slytherin table that cheered for the new great Cadieux fith year they just gained. The old woman called up the last name; -CELESTE CADIEUX! I shook off the nervous feeling and beamed in confidence. Altough it was all a facade. I formed a disgustinged frown as i sat down on the old stool and as i got the old filthy sorting hat on my head it started speaking with its raspy voice; -Interesting indeed, thirst to prove yourself indeed, but there is something else, yes, you are quite different from your bloodline... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . -RAVENCLAW!!!
I was in shock, my whole body froze. My hands started to shake in fear for what my father might do when i get back for the summer. My heart started to beat out of my chest and i thought it was going to explode, util the old woman grabbed my shoulder and pointed to the Ravenclaw table. I stod up, and i felt my knees starting to falter under my weight just as they did on the train. I barely made it to the Ravenclaw table. I heard Dumbledore starting to speak but i shut him out, just like i did everyone else that tried to talk to me.
During the feast i did not eat anything, i just played with my Rolex on my wrist avoiding everyones gaze. Especially my brothers gaze. God, what would he think. I was a blood traitor. I failed my bloodline. But what scared me the most was why i felt so guilty not being placed in Slytherin. Why was i so scared of failing my brother and my dear and loving father. I took a shaky breath and locked eyes with my brother. He smiled at me, a warm and supportive smile, but in his ice blue eyes he was confused. So was i dear brother, i thought to myself.
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The tour that was given by the two prefects wasn't bad, i actually enjoyed it. I had actually met a girl called Luna Lovegood. She had such a dreamy voice and she was really kind. It's actually rare to meet a person like Luna these days, after my mothers death everyone just smiled at me sadly. and sympathetically. I did not want anyones pity, just revenge. Luna's smile beamed through the walls of Hogwarts and making it a bit more happy. But i could never be friends with her, it would be bad for my pureblood facade. It really did suck, i just wanted to break free and be me. I'm not some pureblood, stuckup with daddy issues. Or maybe i was?
I had learned that to get into the Ravenclaw common room you had to answer a riddle, which made me nervous. I was not that bright, i don't even know why i was a Ravenclaw. It all felt so strange to me, everyone in Ravenclaw are supposed to be smart, but i guess i could be the black sheep of Ravenclaw. I mean every house must have atleast one black sheep. Plus the sorting hat is old, it could make misstakes. That was atleast what i was telling myself to feel better. Altough being a Ravenclaw was not that bad, i mean they have an amazing common room that is just striking! The blue walls and the homey yet cold feeling was perfect.
After hours of worried thoughts i finally drifted off in a somewhat calm slumber.
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I know Celeste is a bit of a weird character, she is just really complicated lmao. And this is my first time writing a fanfic plus i'm Swedish so sorry for my grammar.
