"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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Mental note, see if there's a spell for sweaty palms.
Tori barely touched her food while sitting at the Gryffindor table at breakfast. She just felt too nervous. Final exams were today. The thing she'd been dreading for the longest time. Tori wasn't sure how her friends could just sit there and act like nothing was happening when these were extremely important.
Tori was scanning over another page of her History of Magic book when a hand grabbed it away from her. Tori perked up immediately, opening her mouth to protest but Fred shook his head. "You need to eat something, now."
"Fred..."
"You can have the book back after you eat." He pushed her plate in front of her as Tori stared down to see her reflection. She was extremely anxious, but, even she had to admit she was starving.
Fred handed her a piece of buttered toast and Tori gave in. She took a bite and gestured for her book but once again Fred shook his head. "You can have it once you finished." Tori sighed, finishing her toast as Fred handed her book back.
"I don't know what you're so nervous about. You're going to do fine. You've been studying since March, and you do well in classes. You'll be fine."
"Sometimes I wonder how you're such a good friend." Tori gave him a small smile, clutching her book like it was going to get up and walk away. "You make it easy." He told her as the two of them watched Professor McGonagall approach the center of the teacher's table.
"Students." She called, patiently waiting until there was quiet. "Now each of you will continue on to your classes where you will start your exams, please leave this room in an orderly fashion. Good luck to all of you."
Tori shoved another piece of bread into her mouth before hopping off her bench. She felt like a thousand pixies were flying around her stomach. Fred put a comforting hand on her shoulder, reminding her that she had this.
Tori gave him a smile as the headed off to potions class. I got this. She thought to herself. I got this.
Hours and exams passed, leaving Tori to her last class. Tori nervously bit her lip, pointing her wand at the full pineapple in front of her. Professor Flitwick had called each student in one by one to make the pineapple dance. Yes, make the pineapple dance. Tori thought all through the spells in her head, watch the unmoving pineapple.
The spell clicked, and Tori stood up straighter and waved her wand. "Tarantallegra!" She chanted. A white light left her wand as the pineapple suddenly grew two feet and began to dance across the desk in front of her.
Tori felt a weight being lifted off her chest as Professor Flitwick applauded her. "Excellent, Ms. Silvers! Excellent indeed! Congratulations." He jotted something on his paper briefly as Tori left the room.
Her big grin wouldn't leave her face once she walked out the door. Her entire day hadn't been bad. She successfully turned a mouse into a snuff-box, and only was confused on a couple questions on her history of magic exam.
