Chapter 9 (Callie) She clung on to a shred of hope, and braved the storm. Perhaps G would be with her in Ravenclaw. Or maybe G would go to Slytherin. It was a cruel, shrewd thought, for a bad sister, but Callie held it tight and watched Geraldine from the Ravenclaw table. “Excuse me are you Calliope Potter?” A boy next to her asked. “I’m busy.” Callie mumbled, watching Geraldine’s sorting. “GRYFFINDOR!” Applause went up from the Gryffindor table. Callie buried her face in her hands. As Geraldine walked by the Ravenclaw table, Callie expected something. A sisterly hug, or pat on the back? Kind words of condolences? Something telling Callie it was alright that they were in separate houses. “Loser.” G said, glaring at Callie.And just like that their eleven years of sisterhood were erased. “I’m Chase Chang,” said the boy next to Callie impatiently. “Are you still busy, or can you chat a wee bit.” “I’m Callie.” Callie mumbled. “CALLIE!” Shouted a blonde, Elizabeth, the one who had yelled at Professor Quirp. “You.” Callie stared at Elizabeth. It was like looking in a mirror, but a mirror that twisted you until you were only vaguely recognizable, Elizabeth had the same crack in her teeth that Callie had, the same face, smile, nose. “Elizabeth?” Callie asked, “I remember y—“ The punch knocked her out.
Wee HoO, sorry for not posting that much. I’ve been busy!
