It was my first day at Hogwarts, and for someone who hated crowds and people, the great hall was a nightmare. I sat down with a group of kids who I guessed were Fred and George Weasley cause they looked alike and were constantly playing pranks on Neville Longbottom. I wasn't interested in their pranks, I just wanted to get sorted into a house and avoid people.
Dumbledore arrived and the hall went silent, then the sorting began. When it was my turn I heard people whispering, and I didn't blame them. I was too old to be a first grader, yes, but Hogwarts had never skipped a student before, I guess I was the first . I sat down and the sorting hat was placed on my head. It took "it" sorry "him" about 2 minutes and then he finally said "Slytherin!", and the hall erupted into applause. But I was horrified, being put into Slytherin meant I was going to be an actual Slytherin and since I was a 5th grader that meant I would have to mingle with the Slytherin 5th graders, and they were brutal. I knew this was the beginning of my suffering.