Secret Life of A Slytherin

Rae's POV - Not One Of Them

I hated the dungeons. I was there everyday, and you'd guess that after 4th year, I'd be used to it and just accept it. Well, no, you're wrong.
I hate this. I hate that stupid sorting hat for making me a Slytherin. I hate being a Slytherin. I was not cunning, and I could barely call myself ambitious. The sorting hat had to be wrong. I heard the stories about this house on my first train ride here, how every evil dark witch/wizard came from this house. I'd lost all of the friends I'd made on the train. After I told my mother she stopped writing me.
You see, my mother and father were both Ravenclaws. Their parents were Ravenclaws. Pretty much every generation in my family were Ravenclaws. Guess what: I broke the chain. I knew I was never meant for this house.

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I walked into the dorm room. Four other girls were in there talking.
"Monika, you were totally dreaming about snogging Rico during potions. Just admit it!" Juliette shrieked in that awful voice of hers.
Monika giggled. "So wha-" she stammered. They all looked at me.
"Hi Rae, we were just talking," Briana greeted. They all looked at Bri. They knew I hated this, and they hated me for it. I've never been invited into their little chats at night.
Legacy was braiding Monika's hair on her bed. The room was still silent, and all eyes were on me.
"Oh, don't let me disturb you girls," I said sarcastically. I picked up a worn blanket and a library book from my bed. "I'll just be going now."
I walked out, and headed towards the common room.

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I thought the large room would be quiet, late on a Sunday night like this, but alas, I was wrong. A few fifth years were talking in a bunch by the fire. When they heard my footsteps all of their heads turned to me. Most glared. I tried not to make eye contact. I planned to sit on the couch where a few of them had been seated, but I just moved to sit in a different place to create some distance. I opened my book to read, but I kept a close ear on their conversation.
"McKenzie, you and Miles would be perfect together!" Henna Armstrong yelled. I only knew her from hearing her shriek to Juliette in the Great Hall.
A blonde girl, whom I assumed was McKenzie, wretched her face. A boy, who was obviously Miles, was petrified at the idea.
"Hen, then they would be the power couple," a boy said. The whole group giggled. They were obviously getting louder, pretending I wasn't there.
My eyelids began to grow heavier, so I agreed with them, put my book down and dozed off.