- 𝚉𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘
female × 15 yrs × 5th yr × slytherin × pureblood [half-veela] × location: slytherin table, great hall × with: finnegan, everest [mentioned]
The young witch was sat at the Slytherin table next to her friend Finnegan while the sorting of the first year's occurred. She scanned over all the new witches and wizards with a gentle smile. The sorting was probably one of the most nerve wracking moments of a students life but then again she had her OWLs this year which she was already beginning to think was worse than waiting for your future at Hogwarts to be decided by some really old hat. Oh no why did she have to think about her OWLs at a time like this. They'd just started the school year and she was beginning to panic. What if she failed? What if she had to repeat the year? The cinnamon brunette blinked and lightly shook her head as she tried to push that thought aside. For now she'd focus of the new students. Zeraora herself remembered back to when she was in their robes waiting to be placed. Although it's different with everyone, the sorting hat seemed to place the girl in Slytherin before McGonagall even removed her hand. Was she really in the right house? During her first year she'd made friends with quite a few of her fellow Slytherin but also those from other houses except Gryffindor, no matter how hard she tried they all seemed to scowl and shun her. Yes she knew the stories but that didn't mean she was like them...or did it have to do with the fact that was called by the sorting hat using her father's "maiden" name of Malfoy the first year? Her father had told her about his family and their blood status and beliefs etc but even so.
She just sighed and clapped as a young girl was sorted into that same house she'd just been thinking about. Well another one to add to the growing list She thought but smiled anyways. She then felt eyes on her and searched her table first before scanning the others. Her blue-grey eyes soon landed on a dark haired boy on the Ravenclaw table. Zeraora lifted a hand waving gently at him with a smile. Everest Hemlock. He was a Ravenclaw and a year above her but they were close. He was sweet and quite funny. The Slytherin girl turned back to the first years before looking at Everest with a thumbs up as a sign of good luck since she remembered that his little sister was starting this year.