Opia

2

Slytherin;

"Mum, didn't you say you took a train?" I asked her as I held onto my belongings, standing in front of Madame Maxime's fireplace.

I was a little confused considering how she told me the whole point of going to Hogwarts was to get to enjoy the train ride there and back. 

"Yes but it's the middle of the year," she explained.

Mum grabbed some floo powder before stepping inside and yelling, "Hogwarts!" I coughed as the ash was caught in my mouth.

"Well goodbye, I'll eh- see you around," I awkwardly smiled at the headmistress.

"Au revoir, chére," she beamed, gesturing me to follow my mother.

I grabbed some floo powder before I dropped it and yelled, "Hogwarts!"

I fell out of some dusty fireplace and fell onto the floor, grunting loudly as I felt my mother's warm palms helping me up.

"Do they not clean their f-fireplace," I choked, coughing up the dust I just inhaled.

An old woman came into the light, a big smile plastered on her face, "We do. You arrived an hour before cleaning."

I chuckled awkwardly before looking to my mother, she pushed me in front and raised her brows for me to shake the woman's hand.

Awkwardly, I extend my hand out for her and her wrinkly hands shake mine, for an old woman she's got quite the grip.

"My name's Headmistress McGonagall, it's lovely to have you, Alora Cole," she beamed, gesturing for me to have a seat on the chairs before her.

My mother and I sat down in front of the headmistress who seemed to be too happy for my liking. "So, you're in your last year I presume?"

I nodded my head as I grabbed a complimentary sweet off her desk, my mother glared at me but I ignored her. I got dust in my throat, the least she could offer me was a sweet.

"Well, we should get you sorted then," she clapped her hand, standing up.

My mum told me all about her sorting ceremony, she met my father before they were sorted. She was sorted into Hufflepuff and my father was sorted into Ravenclaw.

The headmistress grabbed a rugged brown hat and walked over to me. I stepped back a little, "I hope that thing is not going on my head."

She chuckled before nodding, "It's the sorting hat. If you please." I glanced at my mother who nodded her head and I rolled my eyes before sitting back down.

I needed to make a mental note to immediately wash my hair when I get to my dormitory.

She placed the hat on my head and I jumped at its sudden voice.

"Well, another Cole. Been a long time since we had one of you, now where to put you..."

I gave my mother a confused look, she shook her head and I began cringing at these hats words.

"You could thrive in Ravenclaw with your father's knowledge he passed down. Or you could do well in Hufflepuff like your mother's kindness."

"I know...just where to put you!"

"Slytherin!"

"Is that good?" I asked the two women who were staring at me. "Yes, darling. You should head over there," mum replied.

I took the hat off as I handed it back to the headmistress. She looked at me warily before shaking her head.

"Very well, I shall take you to your common room then," she stated as she got up from her desk.

I felt my mothers hand on my shoulder, she pulled me into an embrace as she whispered in my ear, "Be careful, baby. Please."

Pulling away from her, I cup her cheeks as I nod. "Of course, mum. Don't worry," I whispered back, hoping it would ease her a little.

I grabbed my purse and headed over to the professor. "Don't forget to eat," my mum shouted after me and I waved her off.

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McGonagall and I walked down a very, very long pathway - all the way to the dungeons.

"Why are we in the dungeons?" I asked cautiously, watching the old bat.

She chuckled before shaking her head, "Slytherin common room is located here."

Right, because it's soo normal to place a bunch of kids in the dungeon, below the ground. Not traumatising at all.

"Ah- Theodore, dear come over here," McGongall happily cheered as she motioned for a young boy to come over. 

The young boy was fairly tall, he had brown silky hair that was gelled nicely on his head. The boy had brown eyes, lips fuller than mine if possible. He had a green tie on which I took a lucky guess that it's my house colours.

"Headmistress. What can I do for you?" He asked with a smile on his face. He was cute, definitely keeping my eyes on him.

"This is Alora Cole. She's a transfer and has been sorted in Slytherin," she explains.

I confidently wave at the boy who smiles at me in return. "Nice to meet you," he says softly, grabbing hold of my hand and bringing my knuckles to his lips. 

"How charming," I awed. This boy definitely was a softie, not my type but definitely will keep him in mind. 

"Be a dear and take her to the common room, introduce her. She'll be sharing a dorm with Leona." 

The boy, Theodore, nodded his head and held out his arm for me as the headmistress walked off. "So, you're a Slytherin?" I asked him, accepting his arm. 

"Yes. You'll love it, we're the best house," he chuckles as he stops in front of a painting door.

"I'll be the judge of that," I smirked.

"Pureblood!" He muttered and the painting door opened. "The password," he explained.

I nodded my head and followed him inside, I was expecting something completely different than what my eyes examined.