The Malfoy of Ravenclaw chapter 4

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I saw my hair get a couple blonde streaks, a sign that I was nervous. Well, that was kind of obvious to me, as I definitely was getting anxious. What would Mother say if I was put into Gryffindor or Hufflepuff? 'Calm down' I thought to myself 'it’ll be okay' Apparently, Sarah was thinking the same think, as she whispered, “You’ll be good, I promise,” to me as I walked up to the front and sat on the stool. “Ah,” it said, and I jumped, “a little nervous are you?” 'Oh Merlin’s beard, will you shut up, you useless rag?' I thought to it nastily. I instantly realized one thing: This disgusting hat and Father could be best friends. Each are annoying blabby, if you couldn’t tell. “How about Ravenclaw!” 'WHAT!?' I thought furiously as I sat down at the Ravenclaw table. 'THAT STUPID, FILTHY, ROTTEN, AGED HAT IS WRONG!' I mean, Ravenclaw? HOW could I get RAVENCLAW!? 'This sorting is stupid' “Sarah San Diego?” My eyes flashes towards the front, to see Sarah. 'Please get Ravenclaw, please get Ravenclaw, oh /please/ get Ravenclaw' I thought desperately. “Slytherin!” “No!” I said, and covered my mouth, but no one heard me over the applause for Sarah. My blonde-streaked hair, started turning a pastel blue; Sadness. 'Who no I have now?' I thought, now getting on the merge of tears, yet trying to hold them back 'Oh, right, no one now….' I tried focusing on happy things to get my hair to be my normal light brown, but happiness wouldn’t come. “Carlene Weasley?” “Slytherin!” Wait— a Weasley in Slytherin? How? “Ginevra Weasley?” “Gryffindor!” The sorting must be ending, because only one person was left. “Sarafina Zabini?” “Ravenclaw!” 'She ain’t gonna help' I thought bitterly as she sat down a few seats to my right. After the headmaster, which Mother told me was Dumbledore, stopped speaking, there was a large feast and desserts. I ate my dinner in silence. 'Oh well' I thought for what felt like the millionth time since Ivy went to Hufflepuff and Sarah, Slytherin. I didn’t even care—or realize, frankly— that half my hair was a royal-blue color when Dumbledore stood up again and told the students to get to bed, as the prefects lead us to our dorms. “Hey, um, you got something in your hair,” some sixth-year boy in the common room said to me. “Well, it looks like there’s a lot more than “something,” if you ask me,” I snapped at him, making him go red. I didn’t want to be disturbed, as my only friends that I’m not related to were sorted into different houses than I was. I decided to go find my dorm, walking through the whole of a long corridor full of doors with signs with the kids’ names on them. I found my name at an engraved plate that read in full capitals, “Dianna Black, Leonora Diggory, Luna Lovegood, Ashlee Malfoy, Sarafina Zabini,” and walked towards it, first making sure my hair was one color. I opened the wooden door where there were four other girls, one with black hair tied back in a disheveled bun, another with white-blonde hair, the third with sleek, straight black hair and darker skin, and the last with dark brown hair. “Lemme guess you’re the Malfoy?” the third said. “Mhm, why?” I said. “Nothing, I was just seeing why you weren’t here yet, Zabini, Sarafina Zabini. Call me Sara, by the way,” Sara said smiling. “She’s Dianna Black, Leonora Diggory, Luna Lovegood.” “Ash, I didn’t know you were here!” Luna said in her sweet tone. “Oh. Yeah. I am,” I said awkwardly and Leonora Diggory grinned at me. For the next few hours, we were still getting to know each other, but frankly it was pretty fun. 'This is good' I thought to myself, also thinking about how I wasn’t with Sarah, Ivy, or Patricia. 'It makes up for it nicely'