A/N: This one is a bit different from the others. Hope you still like it!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is Angeline Jensen and Gisele Jensen. Other than that everything belongs to their respective owners.

Chapter 5: Sail
Summary: Maybe I'm a different breed. Maybe I'm not listening. [1st Year/future insight]
Featuring: Angeline Jensen-centric
Rating: K+
Genre: General

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin," Professor McGonagall called from next to the three legged stool. In her hands was a raggedy old hat that to all the first years surprise sang them a song and from that point started sorting students into houses after it was placed on their head. Shouting out the name of the house that would be theirs for the next seven years or rather for life.

Eleven year old Angeline Jensen, had had some reservations about starting her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had nothing to do with the fact that she would be leaving the comforts of her home life. Angeline was looking forward to leaving her home for the last eleven years if not for the fact that she wouldn't have to be under her mother and father's watchful eye.

But that was exactly the reason she was so worried about leaving home. She had this long standing fear that she was going to disappoint them. After all, her father's parting words were ones telling her not to mess this up. Be in Slytherin like he and her mother was. Don't break tradition.

Yet, all the same, Angeline wanted to break tradition. She hated all the rules that came with being a Jensen...with being a pure-blood. Why couldn't she just go ride a broom or climb trees like she wanted to? Was it really that big of a deal? Her uncle certainly wouldn't have thought so.

And Angeline definitely didn't think it was. So she hoped that once her name was called in the Great Hall, she was put in any House but the one her family had been in for years. She desperately hoped that if that ruddy old hat knew anything it'd put her in Gryffindor just to give her father really something to fret about. In their house, they called it pulling a Sirius Black. Personally it was one of her favorite stories. Though...he might as well have been a Slytherin being how he sat in Azkaban for the last ten years, but that was despite the point. She wanted to pull a Sirius Black minus the whole betraying best friends ordeal, because she wanted to give her mother and father a heart-attack and have a good laugh while she was at it.

"Granger, Hermione," was called after a few names and Angeline sighed, her fringe lifting slightly off her forehead. Why was this taking so long?

She wish she had her cousin there with her. Despite not seeing her in the last few years, Angeline had hoped she'd turn up somewhere on the train. Even now standing in that crowd of other eleven year olds, she hoped she'd just over looked her cousin. Unfortunately, she knew that wasn't the case, as the only thing that fate or whatever deity ruled their lives gave her were the likes of Draco Malfoy, standing as smug as ever just to the left of her. All that talk of Durmstrang Institute and there he stood in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Just great. She thought.

"Jensen, Angeline," perking up slightly, Angeline forgot her current cursing of the blonde and made her way to the front. Sitting on the three legged stool she got one glance of the Great Hall before it was obscured by the Hat being placed on her head. It practically swallowed her head whole.

"Ah," Angeline was a bit startled by the voice in her head. It definitely wasn't what she was expecting. "A Jensen. A long line of Slytherins come from this family. It would seem, there's only one place to put you—"

Wait! Angeline cut it off, knowing exactly what it was going to say. No! This isn't right! I can't go to Slytherin like them! I'm not like them!

"Hm...I see," the Hat hummed. If Angeline wasn't mistaken she'd swear he was amused. "Hufflepuff is out of the question," he explained. "As loyal as you are...there's a cunning and darkness that the Hufflepuffs may not fully understand. Ravenclaw might suit you well. You're witty, there is no doubt, but you'd never be happy there. You'd always be wanting more, you'd be too restricted."

Then the only place to put me is Gryffindor! Surely you agree! Angeline was desperate to not be in the 'House of the Damned' as she like to put it. Nothing good ever came of being a Slytherin. She was sure of it! She was surrounded by it all her life!

"You'd do well in Gryffindor, and you'd make friends without a doubt...but you're far too logical to be put in a place. In Slytherin you'd make true friends and discover much more. You will set yourself apart from the other Slytherins, whereas anywhere else you will fade into the background."

No! Please don't! I don't care about standing out! Not really! If you put me in Slytherin, I fade away! Don't put me there please!

"You'll thank me for this later," the Hat said. Once again Angeline thought he was a bit amused. She on the other hand was a bit irritated. Arguing with a hat for crying out loud...and losing. Magical or not. "Then let it be..."

"SLYTHERIN!"Angeline pulled the hat from her head angrily and set in on the stool, heading toward her permanent resident for the next seven years. She'd lost her plea to be placed somewhere that wasn't Slytherin. She ignored the hissing coming from across the Hall and sat down at the clapping table of Slytherins.

Angeline glanced at her fellow first years and couldn't help a small sigh escaping her lips. The only one currently sitting there that she thought perhaps she'd get along with was that Greengrass girl, but seeing as she barely glanced in her direction, Angeline thought better of it.

"Welcome to Slytherin," Angeline turned to her right to look at the boy she had sat next to. She instantly thought he was probably the most friendly face she'd seen at the table. She shook his outstretched hand. "Jake Flinton," he said. "Third year," he added releasing her hand.

"Angeline Jensen," she said automatically.

"I know," he presented her with a small smile. Titling his head to the side a bit, his light brown hair falling into his eyes, "Relax, yeah? It won't be too bad here...if you know the right people." Angeline frowned and he only smiled a bit more before turning back to the Sorting. Shaking her head Angeline followed suit just in time to see Draco Malfoy walk up to be sorted.

The hat barely touched his head before bellowing out loudly, "SLYTHERIN!" The people around her clapped while she groaned.

Shocker. She thought bitterly. Just what I needed...as if all those years of forced childhood company wasn't enough. Just fan-bloody-tastic. He's going to try and make my life a living hell!

The boy, Jake, laughed and she glared at him a bit.

"What's so funny?" she demanded.

"Nothing," he said quickly, his friend across from him chuckled. "Just that I think you're going to be an interesting person, Little Angie." Angeline twitched at the use of the nickname. "Now be a good ickle firstie and pay some attention to the other ickle firsties."

For the last time that night, Angeline turned away from the third year with the intent that she'd avoid him at all cost for the rest of her time at Hogwarts or rather until he graduated and looked to her fellow first years. The last one to join their ranks was a boy by the name of Blaise Zabini. She didn't think she was going to get along with him. In truth, she didn't think she was going to get along with any of them.

Sighing for the umpteenth time, she couldn't help but curse that stupid Sorting Hat. It didn't know what it was doing when it sorted her there. She was going to be miserable. She knew it. She really hoped her parents would be happy. Good little Angeline, holding up tradition.

Yeah, thanks a lot you stupid hat.

It was many years later that Angeline thought back to her first moments as a Hogwarts student and a Slytherin at that. As she thought of that night, she realized a few things had changed. Such as, she and Daphne Greengrass had reached a mutual respect, not friends, not enemies. They existed peacefully even if Daphne was friends with Pansy Parkinson, but Angeline much later learned that it wasn't so much that Daphne liked Pansy.

She found that she couldn't avoid Jake Flinton forever and his constant company lead to more than friendship. Though somewhere in her 5th year (his 7th) that fell apart due to her own elusiveness and his frustration. But they would value the other, especially once they both grew up and found what they were really looking for. One day they'd get back to friendship and stay there.

Then there was Blaise Zabini who turned out to be the closest person to a best friend she'd ever have and they'd show their platonic love in quite a way that had many asking, "are you two really friends?" Yes, they were. The best of mates actually. Though neither ever quite say it. They both know their lives would be dull without one another.

And when it came to Draco Malfoy...well...let's just say, if Angeline had the chance to tell her eleven year old self that things would happen to her because it centered somewhere around said Malfoy...she was sure her eleven year old self would laugh and then probably ask her future self had she fallen and bumped her head. Because wasn't it an unspoken rule that Draco Malfoy was not someone to fraternize with willingly? Let alone do other things with, ahem. But in typical Angeline fashion, she detested most rules, even her own unspoken ones.

Things changed as time went on, feelings changed and life got mad. Angeline would always remember one important piece information from her first moments at Hogwarts and it was said by a raggedy old hat. A hat she lost an argument with. A hat that knew what it was doing. A stupid, yet, wise old hat.

She was Angeline Jensen and she was placed in Slytherin. Not because it was the house her parents and their parents before them belonged. She was placed in Slytherin because somehow that wise old hat knew she'd make her true friends and discover a lot about herself by trials and tribulations. It somehow knew she wouldn't fade away there, she'd stand tall at the end. Proud to have been sorted into the House of the Snake. And she had that hat to thank, because what the it was trying to teach her in those first few moments of picking her brain. She, Angeline Jensen was a different breed of Slytherin. Had it not been for the Hat, she'd have never known, and she was oh-so-very-thankful.

This is probably one of my favorite ones.

The character of Jake Flinton is from one of the Potter games. I just rather loved his name when I came across it long ago. As random as he is, I did mention him in passing back in chapter 14 of Simplicity. He is one of the two boys that Angeline thought about when she was thinking of Draco's kiss. I've always had this boy in my mind as he did have a large impact on Angeline's life, specifically her view on her love life. And there's a reason Angeline hasn't ever mentioned him or thought about him apart from that one time. I can tell you now that he will be mentioned again in a future chapter of Clandestine. He just might (as in will) even show up again in one of these little scenes.

Did you notice that every chapter is based off a song? I think Sail is Angeline's theme.

If you liked it let me know! :) If there's something you like to see, let me know that too! And if you've got any song suggestions that fit the series as a whole let me know, ok! :)

Love always,
TR