𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖱𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤

𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏

The word nervous wouldn't even begin to describe the feeling inside of me right now.

I'm terrified- absolutely horrified.

It was difficult for me to make friends in America, and now I have to do it all over again in Europe? It took me three years to compose a good friend group of four, and now all that work has been tossed out the window.

I was the only one on the train aside from a few other students who had gone to Hogsmeade over the weekend. I sat alone in a cabin, with nothing but my thoughts accompanying me.

I stared out the window for perhaps the whole time, wondering if I would be good enough for this new school. Ilvermory was difficult, let's just say.

The classes were filled to the brim with exams and tests, I had barely any room to breathe. The students were obnoxious and rude, but I knew getting a wizarding education is important, so I somehow stuck through it.

And now I have to do it all over again. I've been handed a quill and now it's time to begin my story for the second time.

My eyes had grown heavy from all the looking I was doing throughout the train ride, but as it came to a stop I was between delighted and petrified of what was awaiting me at the school.

I grabbed my suitcase and backpack, then headed for the exit. I lined up behind two students; one a blonde haired girl with freckles and pale skin, the other a girl with a darker complexion and long brown hair.

I hopped off the train, looking around at the view. Bright green trees was all that consumed my gaze, but I didn't mind. I've always had a soft spot for nature.

I began following the girls, but I was quite unsure of where I was headed. We made it to a fork in the road, where they went left, and I just stood awkwardly between the two paths.

I could decide which way to go. They may be heading toward the school, or perhaps going for a walk, or something of the sort.

I stood there idly for a few moments, trying to debate if I should just risk it and flip an invisible coin or something.

Just as I was about to head right, the crunching of rubble below shoes caught my attention. I turned to the right, my eyes meeting a tall, black haired male with icy blue eyes and prominent cheekbones.

"You must be Anastasia," he said quietly, British tone sweeping through his words. I nodded and clutched the handle of my suitcase tighter. I hadn't exactly been used to being in the gaze of a guy.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Nicholas. I'll be taking you to the school." He said with a smirk following his words. I nodded once again and followed after him.

He went right- which is the way I would've gone- so I felt quite good that I had gotten it right. I walked a few paces behind him, trying not to notice the awkward silence.

"So, you come from America, right?" Nicholas asked, his words plain and even. I kicked a few of the small pebbles with my feet, not paying much attention to my surroundings.

"Yeah. I lived there all my life, well, until now." I answered, fumbling my last few words. He chuckled, hands slipped into the pockets of his pants.

"Well, it's nice here, I guess. But, some advice from one student to the other, stay away from me." He said, stopping as we reached a wide open area that had boats lined up on the docks.

"Why?" I asked as he turned around, my eyes metting his. He looked away from me, seemingly glancing at the trees, before his shockingly bright eyes landed on me again.

"I'm a Riddle brother, of course. I'm the smartest, of course, but that doesn't mean I'm not deadly." He answered, crossing his arms.

I could feel my heart drop.

I've heart about Tom Riddle before. Not so much the Riddle brothers, but enough to know they are incredibly dangerous. They kill people for sport.

"Oh my goodne-" I couldn't even get out my sentence I was at such a loss for words. It finally occurred to me that being in his presence is a threat in itself.

I grasped the handle of my suitcase tighter and went over to the boat docks, not daring to make eye contact, though I could feel his eyes blazing into my back.

I threw the bags in the back of the boat and untied it from the pole, trying my best to hurry things up. I gritted my teeth as I heard Nicholas' footsteps crunching the gravel behind me.

"I don't suppose you have room for one more?" He said with a devious grin. Of course there was more room, and he knew that too.

I watched as he climbed into the front of the boat, grabbing the ores on both sides. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't say anything that could get me killed and climbed into the boat, anger seeping through my skin.

"Loosen up, Anastasia, I won't kill you... Yet." Nicholas said with a mischievous voice. I felt a shiver draw down my spine, but I didn't care to reply, or even take note of his words.

I sat in the back, the furthest away I could get from Nicholas. He's a Riddle brother— ruthless, cunning, and not afraid to kill anyone that stands in his path.

His brother, Tom, is leading an army with a dark magic base. If he's bad I can't imagine how deadly the Riddle twins are.

Eventually the boat reached the school. Nicholas hopped off before I could even sit up, so I had plenty of time to grab my belongings.

I swung my backpack over my shoulders then placed my suitcase onto the boat docks. Then I got out of the boat onto a large courtyard that had staircases on either side.

I took in a long breath of air then started up the one to the right, picking up my suitcase with every step.

It was exhausting, but soon enough I made it up the stairs. I was greeted by three teachers. Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid, and Professor Snape.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Hagrid exclaimed. I knew he was tall, but my goodness he was basically the height of a building... Or maybe I'm just so short that's what it appears to look like.

"Thank you." I replied, offering a gentle smile. He walked over and offered to take my bags. I accepted, hanging him both of the items which he took with ease.

"Right this way. First thing's first, we need to get you on the sorting hat!" Dumbledore said in an excited tone. I could feel my lips grin again. How could they not? I was at the most famed wizarding school.

We walked through a pair of extremely large brown doors. They must've been fifty feet tall each. I watched quietly as they opened, my eyes peering into the bright school.

A large hallway, lined with windows and more hallways intercepting it. When we walked through it I felt magical as ever. Everything about this place seemed so lively.

Dumbledore directed me to the Great Hall, where there were a few students studying inside. They all mined themselves, which I appreciated.

I climbed up a few steps onto a raised platform, and sat as Dumbledore directed me into a chair. "Now most of the time, students would be here to watch, but I'm afraid it's too early for them to be awake." He chuckled as the sorting hat was placed onto me.

I smiled in response and allowed the hat to make its decision.

"Well..." The hat said ideally, almost as if searching the room for an answer. "This should be an interesting one..." He said again, words trailing off.

"Ravenclaw!" He shouted. The few students in the room applauded, causing my cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. Dumbledore clapped, then sat the hat back onto the table.

"Welcome home, dear Anastasia." He said quietly, just enough for the both of us to hear.