As the Hogwarts Express chugged its way through the scenic countryside, Alexandria Valencia could hardly contain her excitement. The vibrant tealish-green strands of her hair danced lightly in the breeze, a striking contrast to her naturally blond locks. Her teal eyes sparkled with anticipation as the train approached its destination: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Alexandria, a fifth-year student, had been eagerly awaiting this moment for what felt like an eternity. She came from a long line of pure-blood wizards, and her family's legacy at Hogwarts was well-established. Today, she would finally step into the halls of magic herself. Joining her on this journey was her cousin, Angelina Riddle, who shared the same year as Alexandria. The two were inseparable, their mischievous spirits often leading them into adventures that left others in awe. Angelina, like Alexandria, sported the proud colors of Slytherin House, hoping to be in that house. As the students disembarked from the train, Alexandria's heart raced with anticipation. The towering castle stood majestically before her, its ancient stones whispering tales of magic and mystery. With her ebony wand tucked safely in her robe pocket, she followed the sea of students towards the Great Hall, where the Sorting Ceremony awaited. The hall was a sight to behold, with its enchanted ceiling mirroring the night sky and its long tables laden with delectable food. The buzz of excitement filled the air as the first-years nervously awaited their turn to be sorted into their respective houses. Taking her seat at the Slytherin table, Alexandria couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and pride. She knew the reputation of her house, often associated with cunning and ambition, but she also knew there was more to it than meets the eye. Suddenly she heard, "Angelina Riddle!" Her cousin walked to the front of the room, looking as fearless as ever. UGH. How does she do that? Angelina smiled at the head and sat atop her head. "Ra- Slytherin!" It cried, the second it touched her head. The moment arrived when the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head, its ancient fabric brushing against her teal-dyed hair. The Sorting Hat's voice resonated in her mind, a voice that seemed to carry the wisdom of centuries. "Ah, Alexandria Valencia, a descendant of great wizards. I sense ambition burning within you, a hunger for greatness that matches the spirit of Slytherin. But there is more to you, a clever mind, a fierce loyalty and a determination to carve your own path. Hmmm? Yes, Slytherin shall be your home, where you will find the strength to rise above challenges and leave your mark on this world." With those words, the Great Hall erupted in applause as Alexandria joined her fellow Slytherins, a proud smile gracing her lips. She glanced at Angelina, who wore a triumphant grin, pleased that they would continue their journey together. To be continued...
