To Those Slytherins...

Sorting Part Two

        "No way in Hell," Jacob whispered, "Isn't he to young?"

        "Apparently not," I snarled. I heard Samantha growl from across the table. We all sat in silence while the Headmistress did her think and pulled out the hat. Every time I see that old thing I remember my sorting. I was so small then, and so scared. I was afraid I wouldn't be in Slytherin. I was afraid of what my father would do to me if I wasn't. When I came up to that old stool and sat down I looked over to the Slytherin table and I saw a group of people, not unlike us now, watching me. I knew then that I would be a Slytherin because one of the boys pointed at me and said something to his friend, who nodded and smiled at me. I later found out that boy was Draco Malfoy and his friend Blaise Zabini. They took me in my first year and taught me what it meant to be Pure Blood away from family. Then I found the twins and Dirk, so Draco traded me with Pansy. 

        I kicked Jacob when I saw Shrimp step up. Dirk, who's hand was on my leg, looked up as well. Shrimp sat down and searched our table for a familiar face. He looked terrified. When he found me, I nodded at him. He seemed to relax. The hat was placed on his head and seemed to hesitate. I smirked and pretended to whisper in Dirk's ear, who chuckled. Immediately the hat rang out "Slytherin". Shrimp jumped down and walked over to us. 

        "Jacob, move your fat ass over," I told him. Jacob complied and Shrimp sat down.

        "What's up Moses," Shrimp asked.

        "Nothing much, waiting for the best food in the world. You?" I replied.

        "Nothing. Just trying on hats."

        "Find one you liked?" I asked.

        "Not really. All of them smelled like Mudblood," he smirked, "What's up Grumpy?" He was referring to Dirk, who was giving him a dirty look.

        "I don't like him," Dirk said.

        "He's not my pet. Ask Becka," I looked over at McGonagall to see if she was done. I was hungry. 

        "He is acting like your pet Moses," Phoebus chuckled. I had nothing else to say on the topic. Shrimp kept his mouth shut as well. We waited for the food to arrive and when it did it was amazing. I had been starving myself all day waiting for this meal.

        "Damn Jessy, slow down!" Liz exclaimed when she saw me shoveling in food.

        "She is practicing for later," Dirk winked at her. Liz smiled and replied sweetly with a "we both know its not that impressive". Everyone laughed and when we were done, we left before the ceremony was over. Technically we weren't supposed to but we all knew the drill. No forbidden forest, no graveyard unless to pay respects, no this, no that, blah blah blah. Someone can fill in Shrimp later. We went to the common room to find our stuff and move it into a room together. You would think the staff would figure out to just put us in the same rooms but we have to go on a fucking treasure hunt every year. The plush green arm chairs were the same as ever. Everything was the same except the fire burning in the hearth was green. They must've found a way to change the color. Shrimp was looking out the window at the waters of the Black Lake. 

        "Home sick?" I asked. Becka and Samantha laughed. He turned around and looked at us. Something about the way he looked reminded me of an old picture I saw at the Malfoy's. Shrimp looked like the Dark Lord during his schooling. I could tell Samantha noticed as well, for she stiffened and her eyes grew wide. She had seen the picture too. The look was gone as soon as it came. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Sam looked at me and I nodded at her. She walked back up to our room. Becka and Elizabeth watched her go without a word and we all sat silently waiting for the boys to come down.         

        When they did come down, the first years were walking into the common room. Not many this year, but enough to have a pick. I kept my eye on a short girl with red hair. The look in her eye reminded me of me. A dark twinkle that looked for trouble. When the prefect left the pups alone I let out a piercing whistle. They all looked at me with wide eyes. I rose from my seat and stood in front of them.

        "Alright newbies, here is how its going to go. You all are Slytherins which means shit is going to be hard for you. You are going to get picked on, and you are going to get hurt. Mommy isn't here to watch you anymore. But I am. Anyone mess with any of you, come let me know. I don't want to hear about anyone teasing you about your hair or the way you talk. If someone teases you about being Slytherin, you come tell me and my friends will take care of it. If someone hurts you, come tell me. Not Mr.Prefect because he has a stick up is ass then you get called a tattle tale. Us Slytherins have to stick close okay? So take care of each other. Who here has parents who were Death Eaters?" I ask the crowd. A few are brave enough to raise their hands. The red head was one. 

        "You, Ginger, what's your family name?" I ask.

        "Tripe," she said. My eyes almost came out of their sockets.

        "You are with us. Any of your friends as well. Shrimp, if you have anyone you want to pick do so now," I say. The ginger follows me back to my place by the fire. The others look at her reverently. Except Elizabeth.

        "Blood status?" she asks. 

        "Pure," the little girl replied.

        "So, what is your name?" Jacob asks.

        "Sophie," she replies.

        "A Tripe huh. Last Tripe I've heard of was Old Lady Black. Father's or Mother's name?" Phoebus asks.

        "Mum's. My name is Shafiq," Sophie said.

        "Wow, why would your mum settle for someone so low on the totem pole?" Dirk asks. I elbow him in the chest even though I was thinking the same thing.

        "Says a Miller," Sophie smiled. Everyone laughed at Dirk's expense. Just then three other children walk up to us nervously. 

        "Sophie?" one asks nervously. Sophie looks at us nervously. I nod to her and Sophie took off with the children.         

        "I like her," I say when she is out of earshot. 

        "I think you like her blood status more than you like her," Becka says. 

        "I think I would like something right now," Dirk purred into my ear before sliding his hand up my leg and under my skirt. 

        "Not tonight," I sighed. He pouted.

        "Tomorrow is classes. I want to at least be awake enough to pretend I give a shit. Maybe this weekend," I kiss his cheek. I stand up and tell everyone good night and tell the boys to watch Shrimp.