"SLYTHERIN!"

I rose to my feet and didn't dare to even glance once to Gryffindor table, where he was sitting, where he would be terribly disappointed because he had wanted me to be rebellious, the same way he had been.

I sat down next to my brother Evan and smiled shyly. He would never guess that I was sad in fact. He didn't know me well enough. My eyes flickered up and met the suspicious glance of Regulus Black. That of course was another matter.

"Don't let him get to you," he advised. "He's the one who is in the wrong house."

I nodded, insecurely. My parents would be proud after all. I was a pureblood. All my family had been in Slytherin. This was where I belonged.