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E: Longer chapter than usual! Enjoy :)

❝Burn your biographies
Rewrite your history
Light up your wildest dreams❞

High Hopes - Panic! At the Disco

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The glares Eleanor and Artemis had sent each other for the rest of the train journey were enough to make Harley shudder. Both girls were clearly too stubborn to apologise, and Harley wasn't sure she wanted to see what what happen if she tried to get Artemis to realise that the redhead was the one at wrong.

Harley was jerked out of her thoughts as woman in her early thirties walked to the front of the bundle of students, and addressed them as the chatter faded away

"I'm Professor McGonagall. Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered on a few students, and Harley was more than glad that she had remembered to comb her hair that morning.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."

Harley heard Artemis scoff from beside her.

"Gryffindor? Hufflepuff? You've got to be kidding me. The only respectable option would be Slytherin."

A few nervous laughs met the redhead's comment, but Harley just rolled her eyes. The haters had to hate...

"What the hell even is a Hufflepuff?" Artemis continued, her nose scrunching in disgust. "And imagine being in Gryffindor, all those blood traitors, and mudbloods."

There were a few gasps from the crowd

"What, you don't agree with me? What about you, Black?"

Harley instinctively glanced in the direction that Artemis was looking at. Her eyes immediately fell to a brown haired boy with light brown eyes, and a few scars on his pale face. He looked like he was desperately trying to blend in and fade into the crowd, and Harley couldn't help but stare a little. Was this 'Black'? How did he get those scars?

As if feeling her stare, he looked up, his pale green eyes snapping up to meet hers, as he tensed.

She smiled at him, hoping to make him feel more relaxed, but was disappointed when he looked at his feet. Harley noticed that he lacked the confidence of Artemis, or the elegance of Eleanor, not to mention his clothes were quite worn, and he seemed as if he felt out of place. Harley could relate - she understood, and she wanted to help him. But for now, she would have to stick with only knowing one thing – this was not 'Black'.

"Shut up, Oakley!"

Harley whipped around again, her eyes widening. In the few seconds she'd been distracted, she'd failed to notice the dark haired boy pushing his way to the crowd towards Artemis.