You’re a new 5th year about to be sorted in your House. Professor doesn't even get the old sorting hat on your head when it yells out: "SLYTHERIN". The rest of the houses go quiet, while the Slytherins look at you smirking. Your eyes land on a brown pair of cold-hearted eyes, but you quickly break the eye-contact. As you walk through the Slytherin common room wanting to go to your dorm, a group of them call you to sit with them and they’re rather popular.