![]() How could I be? I just went through a horrible, invasive procedure, where my mind and soul were laid bare before an ancient, powerful artifact, which was created solely to extract secrets from children. I didn't really mind this kind of indifference though, as given what had just happened I wasn't exactly in the celebratory mood. After hearing the name of their house my new housemates just gave me a small, courtesy applause, which ended after a few seconds to let the sorting ceremony continue. My journey to the table was mostly silent, as contrary to Harry Potter's sorting, mine wasn't something really worth celebrating. ![]() When professor McGonagall finally took the Sorting Hat off my head, releasing my mind from its hold, I started walking towards the Ravenclaw table with trembling legs, completely unnerved by the experience I was subjected to.
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