Monster

Parchement 4: Slytherin House

"SLYTHERIN!"

What.

There's a long and drawn out silence or its all in my head, but I'm sure everyone is as surprised as I am. Now I know I'm not the only one feeling awkward.

Me, a Slytherin.

Wait, maybe I misheard it, right? Like come on, it's-it's impossible right? Like friends-err, people, that I just met were all Gryffindor, so, oh, don't forget my dad and brother, they were part of that house too, but that was cut short. A cheer rises from the far corner, people smiling deviously at me. A cold chill runs down my spine. I am a snake, cold blooded, ruthless and mean. But, I, I can't be Slytherin, my father...

My father.

What will he do once he hears this.

Disown me. Get me out of Hogwarts. Leave me on the streets. Send me to Hogsmeade and be forced to work for someone who knows harsh spells and doesn't treat me well. The worst he would and could do..turn me over to Him. Him. The big, scary, intimidating, heartless, V. I can't say his name.

Or he will find me, for sure...

Since Tom, he was, he was a Slytherin, in the same house as I am. My, my father would make the connection and send me straight to the Death Eaters, and be forced to join them.

I walk to the table and sit down, making sure I'm far away from people. My mind blank, my face is emotionless, I am numb.

But, the hat, it said something about support, I'm to find support in this house?

How?

。。。

I didn't touch the food on my plate, I can't eat, I choose not to, I was put in the wrong house. On purpose or mistake, I know my father will be angry by this. Angry at me. How I did in the end, fail him.

My stomach turns into tangled knots, making me feel nauseous and scared. Not the best combination, one of the worst, next being panic attacks and so on, probably have one of those later in the night, knowing my body of course.

"Hey," voice booms next to me, making a vulnerable person who tends to jump at any sudden thing or sound to be at the worst of worst. I jump up, short legs falling behind the bench which ends up me on my back. My instant reaction is to curl up and hold my head, trying not to sob and cry at the sudden scare.

"O-oh, I'm sorry! So sorry!" Two arms go on my shoulders and prop me up, thin hands but I'm light, so it only makes sense that they would be able too. They remove my hands from their current position, over my eyes. I see just who it was, it was George.

"I'm sorry! Nancy..?" Where did he get Nancy from? Did he look at my luggage place tag at the station, is that out of curiosity or accidental glance?

"Nebula, Nebula Quest..." I whisper, he scratches his head embarrassed by his name mistake, but hey, we all make mistakes and I sure do have a list that is still to continue on.

"Nebula? That's," his brain works on a word or a phrase, something to describe it, in a positive and encouraging way of course, "not your common name, it suits you though, you're unique and one of a kind.."

I know what you're referring to George. It's the hair, it's always the hair. "Thanks.." I mumble back to his, kind and sensitive words that were placed into a phrase.

"You are so welcome, Nebula," there comes a silence, it wasn't fully awkward, it had a hint of comfort but there was something George wanted to bring up. How he should bring it up was a mystery, something that was hard, and new that just happened.

"Do you," he fiddles his fingers underneath the table, hiding his nervousness and worry about how I will react to this question, "do you like the house you're in?"

Everything was thrown on to me, spotlights, the scripts, even the mother board of switches and controls to control the lights and sounds that could be added.

"I, well, I don't know how my..," come up with something that seems reasonable, but nothing to dull or revealing, "my fellow house members will think of me.." House not just being here at Hogwarts, but actual home, knowing my father he just might send an owl or message to Headmaster asking about it if he doesn't then I will be in luck.

"They will like you, your house becomes your second family, or your house is already part of your family," he lightly laughs at his clear statement, while I just stay still, my mind a storm; clashing and making everything go vitally insane, but masking emotions is a talent I have mastered, for a majority of my life, "you know Fred and Ron of course, and my younger sister, Ginny, will be coming here in a few years.."

"Ginny?" There comes a vision in my mind, a girl, of course, with almost straigh or somewhat messy hair, freckled and speckled face, a small yet adorable nose with the reddest lips, like her hair, shiny and gleaming of health.

"Yep that's her, she's quiet when you first meet her, but once she warms up to you, oh how her mouth runs and energy kicks up to a whole new notch.." I nod my head and see someone head over here in the corner of my right eye, it is someone with black hair, I think it's the boy that was ahead of me when the Sorting was happening.

As he gets closer George catches the moving image, turning his attention to him. The boy with the circular glasses, they one with the bolt on his forehead, a strange vibe or aura comes from him. Or more specific, his scar.

"George, Fred wants to ask you something.." George quickly nods his head and gets up, he slides over the bench and takes a glance over at me. "I'm glad I know your name now.."

He is glad that he, knows me?