Friends
I soon found out that most people in Slytherin are posh and arrogant. They don't really want or need friends. None of them really liked me. When we went to class, I met a nice Hufflepuff girl called Pixie Wilson. She had bright red hair, tumbling back into a ponytail. Her eyes were a startling blue. I sat next to her in Charms, but I didn't see her otherwise :(It was good not being judged just because I was in Slytherin. All the Griffindors looked at me with disgust whenever I passed them in the corridors. A bit housist* really. But then I do understand why they don't like Slytherins.
*a new word I made up as in- sexist, racist. Pronounced: how-sist.
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