Ꮺ ˗ˏˋch. 1 : the sorting hat .

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OMG YALLLL ILYASDM BUT HONESTLY I HAVE LIKE..NO MOTIVATION SOOOO….#1 PROCRASTINATION QUEEN RIGHT HERE lol enjoy <3 ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ Pricia was lost in thought. Would people like her? Would she be able to see her mom enough? She was only eleven! Was she being thrown into the deep end already? “—and then you’ll be sorted. I don’t know which house you’ll be in. Make sense?” Pricia blinked. “Hm?” Her mother sighed. “Pri, please try hard to listen? If this is how your classes are, you’ll fail.” Pricia sighed. “Sorry, mother.” She couldn’t meet her mother’s eyes. She knew her mother would know that she was nervous, and she should be strong for her. This would be a hard year, since her daughter would be in school. “Pri are you alright? You seem..jittery.” She looked concerned ‘ Crap! ’ Pricia thought. She put all her effort into looking happy “Nope,” she smiled at her mother. “Just thinking about the friends I’ll make.” She hoped it looked convincing. ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ She had gotten through alright. Hagrid had seemed okay. A bit..rough and rowdy, but not scary. ‘ Whew. Got through that a-okay. ’ she thought. “Night, Skylar!” Professor McGonagall called. “Slytherin!” Called the hat. A table with a green, silk tablecloth decorated with snakes cheered as a girl with dark brown a hair and fair skin walked over shyly. “Black, Roselette!” A collective gasp seemed to ripple through the crowd, and it seemed like the room had just become a freezer. Pricia herself thought it was slightly creepy, but didn’t think everyone needed to be so..freaked out about a girl who was as young as eleven. She didn’t look scary. She had dark hair, light skin, and green eyes..she didn’t seem like a person who would commit crimes, on the contrary. She seemed like a very perfect child, mild and kind, but willing to stick up for her friends. She stepped over to the sorting hat and it hesitated before calling “Gryffindor!” A few other names were called, and Pricia zoned out. “Sinistra, Patricia!” Pricia blinked and walked over to the sorting hat. ‘ Please let me be with Skylar! Please let me be with Skylar! She looks friendly and kind! Please please please! ’ “So you want to be with Skylar, eh? Most people actively DON’T want to be in Slytherin. Sure, why not? Let’s send you to Slytherin!” The last word was shouted and she saw clapping hands and happy faces over at the Slytherin table. But she felt slightly unhappy ‘ I won’t be with Ashlee though..and she won’t be with anyone.. ’ she brushed those thoughts aside. She sat down beside Skylar. They sat in silence for a while, until she turned her hazel eyes toward Pricia. "Hi!" she said "I'm Skylar! Skylar Night." Pricia smiled at her. "I'm Patricia Sinistra. But I go by Pricia." her eyes widened. "Like Professor Sinistra? The Astronomy teacher?" Pricia smiled a dry smile. Everyone asked her that, and then they would ask about certain constellations, or zodiacs. "Nice! You probably don't know my parents.. they aren't particularly memorable." Pricia smiled and nodded. She appreciated that she didn't ask about her zodiac, or constellations, or black holes. "Ugh. Don't you think he's annoying? What's his name? Dwayne? No...Drake? No..DRACO! That's it. That Draco Malfoy gets on my nerves." Skylar looked over at him and her face blushed baby pink. "I mean..sort of.." her voice trailed off and Pricia wondered what made her act like this. Then the thought came to her. Pricia whispered, "You like Draco!" She blushed bright red and rolled her eyes. "Just shout it a little louder I don't think they heard it in Africa." Pricia sighed and hung her head. "Sorry." Skylar sighed. "It's fine. I'm just scared he'll hear." Pricia smiled, but her thoughts quickly turned bitter. 'He's the nephew of your runaway father!' her thoughts told her 'But he didn't make your father run away!' she fought. 'Okay and? He looks plenty like your father. Same hair color, same jawline, your father could be his, if you didn't know better!' Pricia glared ahead of her. "Pricia? Are you alright?" Pricia blinked. "Oh yes! Sorry!" Skylar smiled. "You do know he's my cousin..right?" Skylar's jaw dropped. 'I'm surprised she doesn't have to pick it up off the floor.' Pricia giggled to herself. "No way! How are you related?" Skylar asked "You wouldn't mind me d4ting him..supposing he ever noticed me..." Pricia smiled determinedly. "First of all, he's my cousin, my father is his uncle..before um..never mind, second, no I don't mind, I can tolerate him for your sake, and third. He'll notice you if I have any say in it." Skylar smiled in thanks. ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ Y'ALL I'M SORRY FOR THE ESSAY AND THE WEIRD ENDINGGGG I luv yall sm <33