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Sophie hadn't believed she was really head girl, not really. She had received the badge during the break, had shown Amber and her parents with confusion, and had assumed it was a mistake. But, as her sister pointed out, the letter was unmistakably addressed to her. Still, when she came to Hogwarts Sophie had still assumed it was a mistake. Any moment during the first night, the feast and the sorting and the house meeting, Sophie had half expected to feel a tap on her shoulder from an apologetic professor to tell her there had been some sort of mix up. But that hadn't happened. Sophie couldn't wrap her mind around it, and honestly didn't know what to do. Who in their right mind would make her head girl? She didn't do much of note, only the paper really came to mind. Was it because Amber was her sister and she had done well? Sophie feared that was the case, but she hoped not.
She knew there were certain things she had to do now, she had to organize a meeting for all the prefects with Kauri Tipene, and at the end of the year she would have to give a speech. It was far away, but that part was already the thing she dreaded the most. So in order to ease her anxiety and give her some ideas, Sophie had gone to the library on this quiet afternoon and grabbed a few old yearbooks to look at what sort of speeches former head boys and girls had given. She was sitting at a table near the back, flipping through them. With each speech that she read, she was starting to feel more and more like this was a mistake. Most, if not all, of them seemed so much better than anything Sophie could hope to say out loud. She opened the yearbook from two years ago, the most recent one she had grabbed, and looked at Amber's picture on the page. Sophie felt an echo of her old resentment of her sister as she looked down at the smiling photo. She used to feel like she had to be just like her sister, and had rebelled against that idea firmly. Now, she had finally started to feel like she was becoming her own person, only to get this badge. Anything she said would be compared to what Amber had said two years ago, and it wouldn't measure up. Sophie suddenly felt an almost physical pressure on herself and she closed the book quickly before burying her face in her hands. She wasn't good at this, and she knew she would reveal this to everyone sooner or later.
She knew there were certain things she had to do now, she had to organize a meeting for all the prefects with Kauri Tipene, and at the end of the year she would have to give a speech. It was far away, but that part was already the thing she dreaded the most. So in order to ease her anxiety and give her some ideas, Sophie had gone to the library on this quiet afternoon and grabbed a few old yearbooks to look at what sort of speeches former head boys and girls had given. She was sitting at a table near the back, flipping through them. With each speech that she read, she was starting to feel more and more like this was a mistake. Most, if not all, of them seemed so much better than anything Sophie could hope to say out loud. She opened the yearbook from two years ago, the most recent one she had grabbed, and looked at Amber's picture on the page. Sophie felt an echo of her old resentment of her sister as she looked down at the smiling photo. She used to feel like she had to be just like her sister, and had rebelled against that idea firmly. Now, she had finally started to feel like she was becoming her own person, only to get this badge. Anything she said would be compared to what Amber had said two years ago, and it wouldn't measure up. Sophie suddenly felt an almost physical pressure on herself and she closed the book quickly before burying her face in her hands. She wasn't good at this, and she knew she would reveal this to everyone sooner or later.