Thread: Hexes at Hogwarts (Frogger and Russian Vodka)

How can this happen? How can she be in Ravenclaw?! Has she brought shame to the name of Lace? It is with a heavy heart that she claimed a seat next to a student dressed in blue instead of green, though she could not bring herself to watch others be Sorted into their appropriate Houses. Is it within the realm of possibility that the Hat made a mistake? Winter closed her eyes, placing both hands upon the table as one name after another was announced just for one of four Houses to be declared soon after. How could she have dishonored her family in this way? A lump having found a place to call home in her throat, she was just beginning to panic, when an unexpected interruption came. In light of the situation, Winter felt the strange compulsion to laugh. Her world is crumbling, falling apart as they speak and this boy has the audacity to ask if something is the matter. Why? Is it that obvious? A hand rising to brush against a cheek, she could only offer him a strained smile. No. Nothing is the matter, she replied, surprised to find that her voice is calm. Thank you for your concern. Winter gave him a small smile, as is only proper, and a bow of her head however, she thought it best to say nothing more. If she is going to spend her days here at Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw, she will do everything in her power not to disappoint the Lace family. It will require a lot of work, but she will do what she can. Winter kept her head down all throughout the meal, though she barely touched the food set before her. Appetite nonexistent, she rose once Professor Dumbledore bid them goodnight, asking the Prefects to escort them to their dorms. Tomorrow is when classes begin. A hand rubbing up and down her arm, dread flowing through her veins like poison, Winter went on to follow her fellow students that is, until someone pulled her away. Ah-! Bright blue eyes connected with a familiar pair of green, and the dread escalated to panic within moments. Hello, Rowan greeted, though she did not bother providing her with something resembling a smile, nor did she try to infuse her tone with sisterly affection. Do you care to tell me what happened? Hm? Students passing them by cast the two curious glances, however none decided to intervene. No one will come to her rescue. Winter drew in a deep breath to steady her nerves, to attempt a facade of tranquility in front of her older sister. If you are insinuating I told the Hat to put me in Ravenclaw, you are sadly mistaken, she told Rowan, first and foremost. I would never. I do not understand why it chose to Sort me into Ravenclaw, but I assure you, it made a mistake. I know I belong in Slytherin, same as you. Rowans lips twisted into a sneer. Do you? Mother is not going to be happy when she hears of this, Winter. You and I both know that much, at least. Neither will Father. A chill shot down Winters spine. Finally released from the impromptu interrogation, Winter hurried to rejoin her fellow Ravenclaws though she could not leave behind the sense of forbidding just as easily. What will come of this? What will Mother say, when she does find out? Is a Howler going to come via owl?! Winter closed her eyes, no longer so confident of her plan decided upon prior. Is there a way to speak with the Headmaster? To rectify the situation? Is it possible the Sorting Hat did, indeed, make a mistake concerning her placement here?