________________Dormitory, during feast__________ She opened her suitcase, pulling out piece after piece of green and black clothing, and fell back on her bed, her face buried in her hands. She felt her bed sink down as someone sat next to her. "Well, let's think on the bright side, now..." A voice said silkily. "What bright side?" She asked, sitting up, and casting her gaze on the floor. "Well, at least you get to share a dorm with me now! " The voice replied, a hint of malicious laughter at the edge. "Go away." She snapped. She saw the girl get up, walking away from her. "As you wish." She said rudely. Alessia looked up, the voice was very familiar, and she saw one of her least favorite people in the whole world. Morgana Snape. "Go awayyy.." Morgana mocked her, copying her intonation. Alessia finished unpacking her suitcase, and yanked the curtains around her bed shut, pulling a pillow over her head to avoid the noise as the other girls filed in, talking amicably. "Why couldn't the stupid hat have left me in Slytherin," she moaned. "Now I won't even be able to play Quidditch." She sighed, a lone tear running down her cheek. At least she'd been able to skip the feast, but what about breakfast? And classes? "I hate my life..." She peeked through a crack, her eyes met Morgana's and she flinched, pulling the curtains closed again. As she lay on the mattress, the drapes pulled closed around her, her eyes closed, and images flashed through her mind. A baby arms outstretched, crying, a wisp of red hair on its head. The baby, now a toddler, gliding around a field on a toy broom. A young girl handling a snake, casting spells. She grew older, and the images flashed by faster. The girl at school, then at a ball, a handsome black-haired boy on her arm. The girl graduating, in white robes, holding a child, then- a ringing sound pierced through the fog and her eyes sprang open. "Wh- what?"
