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But, Dad...
Unbelievable
I watch Scorpius stand to his feet shakily, heading for the Gryffindor table. They all give him a warm welcome, even though it is strange that a Malfoy was in the red house.
It feels as though the list stretches on forever, until finally they call my name.
Barely a second passes with the rugged old hat on my dark hair when the Sorting Hat screeches, “Squib!”
My mouth goes dry. “What?”
Headmistress McGonagall’s eyes go wide with shock. “Oh, dear.” She rests her weathered hand on my shoulder, taking the hat off of my head. “Just wait a moment, to the side, please.”
I feel numb.
A squib.
Not magical.
It feels as though the list stretches on forever, until finally they call my name.
Barely a second passes with the rugged old hat on my dark hair when the Sorting Hat screeches, “Squib!”
My mouth goes dry. “What?”
Headmistress McGonagall’s eyes go wide with shock. “Oh, dear.” She rests her weathered hand on my shoulder, taking the hat off of my head. “Just wait a moment, to the side, please.”
I feel numb.
A squib.
Not magical.
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for those of you who don't know squibs are people with two wizard parents that haven't inherited wizard powersnon magical humans in the magic world