Sacred Silence | A Tom Riddle Story

The sorting ceremony.

Monday, August 29th, 1938

'Sio.. Siob..' the loud voice in front of the group of children stumbled. She knew he meant her. She took a small step forward, collected some nerve and walked up the few low steps to the stool.
Before sitting down, she looked up at the professor.
'It's pronounced Shivon.' She spoke in a voice loud enough for the few students left standing in front of them to hear her.