Celestia Eleanor Young is the newest generation of the Pure-blood Young family of Singapore. The Young Clan has the power of a monarchy and the wealth of a first-world country.
Not only does she have to prove herself to her family that she's capable...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
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We get off of the train at our destination: Hogwarts. We've changed into our robes just before the arrival, and we are more than ecstatic.
The six of us always walk in two trios. Draco's always in front of Vince and Greg who're on either sides of him, and I'm always in front of Blaise and Daphne.
"I wonder where the food trolley was the entire ride," We hear a squeaky mouse-like voice of a presumably first-year in the horde of students. The six of us all gave each other subtle smirks before resuming back to our own trio activities. Draco and his henchmen throws unpleasant comments at the random first years and second years they pass. Similar to them, Blaise, Daphne, and I whisper snarky remarks to each other about the slouchy postures and dusty complexions of students we pass by as well.
A big man who is undoubtedly at least a half-giant appears and calls for the first years to follow him, interrupting our whispers about a girl whose hair looks like it was baptized with dried mud.
We arrive at the castle through boats that delivered a lovely scenery. In front of massive double doors, a tall and lean woman stands before us and gives us a brief introduction before telling us to wait until preparations are ready.
While Draco makes visibly unfriendly conversation with a boy with glasses and a ginger boy, my own trio busies ourselves to ridiculing a new victim of interest—a girl with hair shaped like a pudding bowl. I narrow my eyes at her. I know exactly who she is. Pansy Parkinson, who also happens to be one of the last people I prefer to see right now.
We turn our attention back to the tall woman who introduces herself as Professor McGonagall. She announces that the wait is over and we are ready to go into the Great Hall. It's not too shabby, to say the least. It's actually quite stunning. A little bit outdated for my personal taste.
Soon enough, Professor McGonagall starts calling our names to be sorted by the crumpled sorting hat. One after the other, all my friends gets called and sorted into the Slytherin House, leaving Draco and me for last. Worrying about what House we'd get in are the last things on our minds. Pride, Cunning, and Ambition were practically made for us.
"Draco Malfoy."
He smiles at me excitingly before walking up to the stool. First-years easily part and make a path for him. The hat, probably not wanting to touch a strand of his overly-gelled hair, yells, "Slytherin!"
A prideful smirk spreads on Draco's face, both at his newly sorted House and at the deafening cheers for him. To have a Malfoy in their House—much less the very heir—is more satisfaction than they can bargain for. I feel delighted for him, and I maintain my excitement for my turn as a few other students go before me.
