Of Hufflepuffs and Hippogriffs

"Jannett English." Professor Dumbledore called out.

I gave Tom a parting glance which was only returned with an icy glare. Feeling slightly hurt, I walked up to the platform and took a seat on the stool. Dumbledore set the hat on my head. It felt strange, but I was more overwhelmed with anticipation. The hat muttered to itself for what felt like an eternity before loudly announcing that I would make my home in Ravenclaw. Clambering down from the stool, I rushed over to join the other first years.

It seemed like an eternity, but finally Tom's name was called. Taking a deep breath, I crossed my fingers and prayed that he would join me as a Ravenclaw. Yet, the Sorting Hat had barely brushed the top of his head when it loudly announced that he would be in Syltherin.

I pouted, but had hope that we would have classes together.

I was a fool to hope so.

{I don't own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters. Jane and any OC's, however, are mine}