Sylvester Rook Sa16+
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Contents.
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Part I.
Sylvester was fiddling with his fingers. Why? Well he was bloody nervous, that's why and how dare you act all nosey and curious. You are all up in Syllie's grill fool! Anyway, Sylvester was on the Hogwarts Express. That big red train that you get on at Platform 9 3/4 to go to the magical school called Hogwarts. Yes, that brilliant school where they teach you how to wave a wand and stuff happens, gaze at the stars and attempt to see some meaning or read crystal balls to guess the future. Yes, it has been about for years and taught hundreds of thousands of wizards and witches alike and now it was Sylvester's turn.
You may be thinking that his nerves are being derived from the idea that he is about to enter a new environment, experience things he might never have imagined in his wildest dreams and learn the most fantastic and useful spells Hogwarts had to offer. But no, this was not the reason for Syllie's sweaty nerves. What you need to know is that Sylvester comes from a very pureblooded family of Slytherins. As one could imagine, the entire family were rooting for Sylvester to be put into the 'best house there is!'. If he didn't manage it... well, he would be facing his head on a platter and let us just leave it at that. The most annoying thing was that Sylvester really didn't give two craps where he ended up - a house was a house, he was here to learn not to be put into house of his parent’s preference.
"Sylvester, you look rather pale," said a girl with blonde locks sitting across from him. This was Elaine. Sylvester had just met Elaine on this train journey. They had been stuck together due to the over crowded compartments but Sylvester couldn't complain, the company was nice and eased the tension just a small bit.
"I'm fine. I'm just excited is all," he forced a small smile onto his face. Does this look better you over-studying-of-le-person-cow-bag? Now he was just being nasty! Play nice Syllie *hits him*.
"OW!" he screamed.
"What, what happened?" Elaine asked frantically.
"Something just hit me on the head," he replied, rubbing the already formed bump trying to ease the pain it had just caused.
Yes, the narrator does have extremely cool powers which can effect the characters. Maybe I can hit the readers too... but we won't test that out because I want this Fan fiction to be popular, plz.
Anyway, where were we?
Ah, yes. "What house do you think you're going to be put in Elaine?"
"Erm, I don’t know. I'm not quite sure how the whole sorting system works. I know there is a musical hat with brains and such and he reads your mind and all that scary crap."
Not helpful.
"I need to get Slytherin, otherwise I'm a dead man," Sylvester closed his eyes and smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. A dead man was understatement for what he would be if he failed this subtle personality test. After all that is all the hat was - a personality test. If you were a cruel tool you were a Slytherin, if you were a smart cookie you made it into Ravenclaw, if you were too cocky for your own shoes you became a Gryffindor and anything else was a Hufflepuff.
Elaine frowned in an annoying way that Sylvester had already learned to dislike. Sylvester is a grumpy jobby who needs a kick up the backside. This girl was being nothing but nice to him! "I don't think your parents would react that badly if you didn't make it into Slytherin..."
What a stupid cow, what did she know!? She was judging his family! She was trying to say they were kind people. Well... well... they were! But they just had expectations at times and when they did they expected those expectations to be fulfilled. And who had to fulfil them? Sylvester, of course.
"Oh look Sylvester! We're here!" the blonde girl jumped up and down on her seat like a kangaroo high off red bull. The castle was actually really pretty from the angle and the sight of it really did make Sylvester excited. This was going to be his new home for the next seven years instead of the hotel his Dad owned.
But, the sorting was drawing nearer. He was screwed. Oh so screwed.
Have a very Harry day!!
Sylvester Rook - Sa16+ 
