Remembering the past

[Stephanie Jones]

Stephanie was perched near the cliffs, her knees pulled up towards her chest, gently rocking back and forth. It was a bright day, about four pm. She could see the sun in front of her, casting a reflection over the water. She was glad that she was alone, especially since she didn't want to be bothered, and woe to anyone that did bother her. The fashionable Slytherin girl stood up, walking slowly closer to the cliffs and sitting down in the exact same position that she was. She was thinking about what Hogwarts had been like so far, what her father had told her it'd be like and what she herself had expected Hogwarts to be like. It was different from what she expected. There were more mud-bloods than her father had told her there would be, and it made her feel sick about that. The Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were all weak, the only worthy house Slytherin of course. Her mind went back to what the Sorting Hat had told her, but shaking her head, she dismissed it instantly. Of course the hat didn't know what it was talking about. It was just a hat, made by the weak Godric Gryffindor. Besides it was prejudiced of course, since it was made by Godric Gryffindor.

xSorry it's so small and lame.x