Sequel: A Sputter of Indignation ›
If You've Got the Nerve
"Heart, Anima!"
All the noise outside of the patched fabric seemed to be put on mute.
“Ahh, a Heart. You lot have never been specific. You’d exceed in any house, wouldn’t you? But…you yourself have an air of mischief about you. Reminds me of your sister. Though, I can see you don’t like the boundaries set by houses like she did...Yes, difficult…”
I bit my lip and screwed my eyes shut. Just pick. Please, just pick.
“Don’t rush me, girl. Alright then, how’s about GRYFFINDOR!”
I relaxed as the hat was tugged off of my head. I stood up and made my way towards the Gryffindor table where most of the noise was radiating from.
A few people clapped me on the shoulder with a grin. I recognized a few faces from tea on Sunday morning and holiday parties that my parents often arranged. Though I had a feeling that this lot would give me a friendly greeting even when they didn't recognize me.
One freshly memorized face patted my shoulder as I walked by. His freckled features stretched in a bright grin, his voice just as smooth as it had been on the train, and my face burned just as bright as his hair.
“Great going, love.”
I do not own the Harry Potter characters nor anything else that was ever mentioned in J.K. Rowling's novels. They are her own brilliant pieces of art. I also do not own the picture depicted above as part of the layout.
All the noise outside of the patched fabric seemed to be put on mute.
“Ahh, a Heart. You lot have never been specific. You’d exceed in any house, wouldn’t you? But…you yourself have an air of mischief about you. Reminds me of your sister. Though, I can see you don’t like the boundaries set by houses like she did...Yes, difficult…”
I bit my lip and screwed my eyes shut. Just pick. Please, just pick.
“Don’t rush me, girl. Alright then, how’s about GRYFFINDOR!”
I relaxed as the hat was tugged off of my head. I stood up and made my way towards the Gryffindor table where most of the noise was radiating from.
A few people clapped me on the shoulder with a grin. I recognized a few faces from tea on Sunday morning and holiday parties that my parents often arranged. Though I had a feeling that this lot would give me a friendly greeting even when they didn't recognize me.
One freshly memorized face patted my shoulder as I walked by. His freckled features stretched in a bright grin, his voice just as smooth as it had been on the train, and my face burned just as bright as his hair.
“Great going, love.”
I do not own the Harry Potter characters nor anything else that was ever mentioned in J.K. Rowling's novels. They are her own brilliant pieces of art. I also do not own the picture depicted above as part of the layout.
- The Burrow
- You're In For It Now
- Camping
- What Be In Your Eyes?
- The Triwizard Tournament
- For a Reason
- Vinny
- Just Wing It
- Arrival
- The Goblet of Fire
- Keep Smiling
- You Will Not, Fred Weasley!
- Professor Trelawney
- A Bit of French
- Keeping Connections
- Alexxia
- A Couple of Fine Gentlemen
- Hello, Stranger
- The Feel of You
- The Morning After
- Hush
- And Power Hungry Slytherin Loved Those of Great Ambition...
- The Second Task
- Hogsmeade
- Letter to Home
- What They Said
- Rumors
- Count to Five
- His Last
- I Never Had the Nerve