Chapter 5 – Sorting
At least the rest of the traveling went on smoothly, and none of us brought anything up that would upset the other. Our travel remained uninterrupted, although I expected someone to come and try to stir up trouble that he couldn't finish before... but that did not come to pass. When we were getting close, putting on our robes was an event in itself. It was a bit different from my usual ones, a bit more rougher, simpler, and less elegant. More... uniform. Which I kinda liked. It was an exciting change, although it did not have a correct slot to hide my wand in my sleeve. But I could work with that and modify it later on. For now, the inner pocket would suffice. Checking myself out in my faint reflection in the window, I was satisfied with what I saw.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Quincy asked, and it took me a second to realize what she meant. For a moment, I felt my face turn way brighter than I would like to admit.
"It is," I answered, scratching my throat, changing my focus from my reflection onto the huge castle on the horizon, standing contrasted to the silvery moon and the star-filled night sky, painting a truly otherworldly picture.
The best school to learn magic in Brittain. No. In the world. Although I never visited any of the schools worthy of being mentioned alongside Hogwarts, I am pretty sure that most, if not all, modeled their structure after Hogwarts.
"Better to get ready." I looked away, glancing at Quincy's face. "We are going to be sorted in an hour or so... Good luck." I smiled at her, but I could see her anxiety come back with force.
I could have said many things to her, but I think it would have been useless. All would be seen as nothing fake encouragement as I was not in the same shoes as her... which was true. I couldn't place myself in her place and accurately imagine what it was like to be looked down at constantly. Well, what I know about was what it feels like to be looked at provocatively.
As soon as my feet landed on the platform, lit by orange gas lamps, I felt Draco's gaze land on me. Of course, I wasn't about to answer it in any way, shape, or form. Let him feel superior and let me focus on my own thing. That would be the best.
"Do you have something going on with the Malfoy's kid?" Quincy asked, stepping down from the train behind me. "He has been looking at you from the start. Is it because of me?"
"Nope." I answered, "To both of your questions. It's just that our families are kind of rivals. His father's tongue is browner than an American toad's back. My father at least has the decency to work for his achievements."
"Heh..." She chuckled softly, which also made me smile. "I bet you wouldn't say that to his face."
"Nope." I repeated myself, looking at her with one eye, "I'm not stupid. Plus, causing trouble for my Father is the last thing I would want to do. In front of the kid, I'll be courteous."