Of Badgers And Serpents || S. Sallow

Being the new kid at a new school seemed to be scary enough. But what Odaryn didn't have in mind was to be attacked by a seemingly rogue dragon on his way to Hogwarts and later discover that he possessed the rare ability to see traces of ancient magic. A turmoil of emotions consumed his head, he not only needed to deal with the trauma of watching his parents become something they were not, now he also had to deal with an evil goblin that wanted him dead.

Walking the long path of The Great Hall, he could feel all eyes on him, whispering, gossiping. Odaryn felt small in that room and as he sat on the stool to be sorted, it seemed that the Hall stretched out even farther out. A wave of dizziness hit him like a train, and he could barely hear the voice of the Sorting Hat above him, talking to him about certain expectations and such. He just wanted to be done with this, but the hat didn't seem to care about that.

A sense of Loyalty and dedication is what it said. Hard-working.

"You belong in...

Hufflepuff!"