"Volkov, Circe." White as stone, she swayed into the chair and put on the ragged, pointed hat. An ancient voice started talking inside her head. "Hmm, there's something fiendish about this one. Something sickly... and weird... But your mind is a web of stars, perfect for Ravenclaw. Wild wit, eh?" "Dark dorms, please," she whispered. "Very well. SLYTHERIN!" Circe is not normal. In fact, she is not human at all. Circe is a vampire, and her mother is afraid she won't last long before everyone finds out.