I may be in Slytherin, but I'm no snake.
"Charlotte, come on. What are you doing?" Mandy asked, her eyes darting around. This was a Gryffindor corridor. Mostly Gryffindors roamed these halls.
"Mandy, do you think I belong in Slytherin?" I asked, embarrassed. Slytherins don't question their placement.
"Well, you're a pureblood, and most purebloods are sorted into Slytherin," Many said, rolling her eyes. "But your stupidity makes you a Gryffindor."
"Mandy, I don't know why I'm in Slytherin. I don't want world domination! I'm not evil! Muggleborns are nice! Some of them are my friends !I like friends, I'm socially active!"
"Charlotte, don't start."
"I don't want to work for You-Know-Who! I don't want that tattoo on me!" I said. I looked around the hall, making sure there were no Gryffindors listening. "I don't know why you
even have it," I whispered.
"Don't talk about that," Mandy growled.
I rubbed my face in shock. Mandy never got that
defensive about her Mark. "Mandy..." I trailed off.
"I'll meet you back in the common room. And when you do get there, make sure you're a Slytherin!" She yelled as she walked away from me, her head held high.
"But," I whispered to myself. "What if I don't want to be a Slytherin." I slid down the stone wall.
I sat there for a few minutes, going over my thoughts.
"Are you okay?" A voice above me asked.
I looked up. A Gryffindor was standing in front of me. He probably heard me talking to myself, thinking I was crazy.
"Y-yes." I stuttered. The boy's eyes widened.
"What happened to your face?" He asked, staring at whatever mark Mandy left.
"Nothing, nothing happened." I muttered, looking down at my feet.
"Come on, lets go," the boy began to pull me up from the ground. "Lets take you- wait, you're a Slytherin," His voice changed dramatically. It went from warm to utterly cold.
"Yes, I am," I admitted.
"You're in Gryffindor's corridor." It wasn't a question.
"Get out, Slytherin," the boy let go of my hands and left, leaving me standing in the corridor alone.
I turned around and walked the opposite direction, crying silently.
I may be in Slytherin, but I am no snake.