Chapter Five: Hufflesuck

How the shock of five people could fill a room so fast was beyond me.
As I walked to the clapping Slytherin table, jaw still dropped, I noticed my brother laughing...laughing so hard in fact, that he fell onto the ground. I turned to look at the Hufflepuff table and saw Ernie looking at me as if I had just slapped his mother.
I took a seat in between Addeline and Pansy, Malfoy and his companions in front of us.

"Well...uh...it's better than Gryffindor Taylor..If you want to be a real shame to your family, join Gyffindor.." Addeline said with a pitiful smile.

"Actually, I think it's fantastic, you have far too much potential to be in HUFFLEPUFF anyway." spoke Draco.

I couldn't speak.

After a few more people were sorted, the feast began.

What was I going to tell my parents? Should I lie to save them the humiliation?

I looked over a few rows and saw Nathan..still laughing. When we made eye contact he motioned his hands as if he was writing a letter home to mom and dad. I felt my stomach drop.

Maybe this was some kind of big joke. Maybe Dumbledore had a sense of humor. Yeah, I thought, maybe this is some kind of silly tradition where they place a first year in a house they CLEARLY don't belong in and just switch them out after they freak out. Yeah..that...that seemed pretty plausible.

Wrong-o.

After the feast, the prefects led us to our new dormitories. Slytherin House roomed in the dungeon. Why, when you have an entire castle...would you choose and put a dormitory in a cold, dark, nasty dungeon? My rooming situation really wasn't my biggest of concerns.

The room I ended up in was with Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and the one guy who's seat I took on the train [who didn't end up coming]. I didn't do much talking that night compared to the other three. I just laid there...more or less in shock..

"Oh calm down Taylor...it's really not that big of a deal. Imagine... You're going to be so popular in a few years...my father.........CRABBE?! Did you gas?!!" shrieked Draco

"Sawrry Draco, I ae tew mach roasted behf et deenuh.." replied Crabbe

"That is....revolting.....aim that towards Goyle next time..really.. Anyway Taylor, what I was saying, I KNOW everyone is going to love ME as soon as the word gets around who my father is, and since I am going to give you the glory of being my mate, everyone will be bound to love you. Nothing makes a man more happy than popularity..so...you're welcome in a way."

Draco kept going on and on and on, but I managed to drown his voice out and fall asleep..

I didn't dream of anything that night. You know when you fall into deep REM sleep.. The type where you only see pitch black, the back of your eyes, when you finally wake up you've felt like you've been knocked out for a year.

I woke up, and everyone had already in the dorm had already went down to breakfast.

I yawned, sat up, and stared at the dungeon wall. It must be a lot easier for the other houses to wake up, seeing they actually have windows and sunlight streaming through their windows every morning.

After a minute, I hopped out of my bed, dragged my feet towards the end of my mattress, grabbed my robes out of my trunk, got dressed, and headed out.

As I walked down from the dorm room, to the Slytherin Common Room, I recognized a rushed looking silhouette, they seemed as if they were running late. They were freaking out so much that they tripped on the area rug and nearly fell into smoldering fireplace.

It was Addeline.

"What...are you okay...? You wanna head down to breakfast with...?" I tried, but before I could finish she spoke.

"We're late! Breakfast stopped serving forty-five minutes ago!! We're late to our first class! Do you have any idea how to get to Potions!?!" she spewed.

"Um..no...I have no idea where anything is in this castle.." I yawned.

"Oh god....Professor Snape teaches Potions!" she screamed, "He's going to take off points from Slytherin House! We'll be disgraces!!" she dragged on.http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif

"Yeah..yeah..alright, let's go I guess, we'll find a prefect and figure out where it is." I replied.

For some reason I just didn't care, I could not feel a single thing. I've never experienced this at all before. A thought though that swam in my mind...Why should I let a piece of enchanted fabric determine how I view the rest of my wizarding career?

I've decided. Screw Hufflepuff and screw the Sorting Hat.

I might as well do Hogwarts MY way.

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