As she came back, I got really nervous. Thinking and thinking, as there was no stop button in my head.
I spawned out of time and reality, follow the other's like a clone with no mind. There was too much fear, angst, loneliness that over come me. Nervous, fragile... I think, but I don't. How could I ever be a Slytherin? Despite the thing, my father was one and my best friend will be one too... I had no chance to get in this house. I shivered, like I've nothing shivered before. Stronger this time, with heavy feets that felt like they were out of cement, slowly taken one step, then two and three... I got lost. Not lost as a student, I was still following them. But lost as a human in his minds.

„Snape, Lucille."
Frozen, my look went up and as I saw the others before me, going to the chair with the hat, I did too. I didn't even know why, it was like I've been stuck in a trance. The old lady lifted the hat, before I was sitting down, then placing it on my hat.
„Unsure, huh?", it screamed in my ears. My eyes widened. Did he need to make that clear for everyone?
„Well, that will get away. A long time will follow you here at Hogwarts. I hope you will choose to be a great and good known witch.", he answered, as he would hear my thoughts. My eyes looked up to the damaged flicked hat, as he would know everything about my life, before I would. Which was impossible. He couldn't see in the future.
„Even though it would surprise you, I would say... your hardly to get into one house. You are brave like Gryffindors, clever like Ravenclaws and kind like Hufflepuffs. But as I see, you have a wish in your mind, don't ya? So... you gotta be then in... SLYTHERIN!"

The last word was haunting me for days, as though he screamed it so loudly, that my ears got hurt. But I stood up, still confused from what he said to me and took place between Draco and Pansy, that were happier than ever. I didn't know, if I should be here, but I wasn't shivering anymore... my heart calmed down and my head went silent. I forgot the words from the hat. Well, at least for a little time.

„You're the new's, aren't you?", a guy with black hair, three feet taller than us and a crucially look on his face asked us.
„Yes. We are. And you are?"
„Marcus. The one you can talk to if you have problems... well, the professors will tell you that. But let me tell you something... I am not your parents. So just stay alive and solve your problems yourselves."

That was a warmhearted man. I wanted to say something, but my mouth won't open.
„Draco Malfoy. A pleasure to meet you, Flint."

Seems like some one of us knows him. But apparently the others knew him too... I was the only dumb one from us. That's a good start for me, isn't it? Getting the new nickname „Little Dumb". Well, they didn't told me, that I was dumb nor recognised that I didn't know him, so it will take a while for the nickname but I am sure I will get one like this.