Nymphadora lay on her bed, admiring her wand. The wood was a light color, lighter than any wand she had ever seen, after all, it was birch wood, with a dragon heartstring core. On the handle of the wand, there was a pattern that looked like several wooden beads stuck together, bettering smaller as they progressed to the top. When the beading stopped, a detailed spiral worked its way up until there was no more wand left. The detail on it was extravagant, Nymphadora could hardly imagine how long it would have taken to carve every last detail to perfection. While she was gazing at the wand, the cat she had gotten at diagon alley jumped up onto her bed. Nymphadora had named her cat Rocky. She could already imagine herself at class, learning how to using her wand. But thinking about school brought up something she had never thought of before. What house would she be in?
Her family had a long history of Gryffindors. She lived in Godric's Hollow, the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor. But Nymphadora didn't feel brave enough to belong in Gryffindor. Her Grandparents were Gryffindors, and her sister was a Gryffindor. They had all done amazing things. All she had done was psychological episode at a green flashlight.
Ravenclaws were very smart. A few of her cousins were Ravenclaw, and she had heard that poetry was something a lot of Ravenclaws did. Whenever she considered it, Ravenclaw always sounded interesting, and fun. Ravenclaws never seemed to judge anyone based on house or interests.
Hufflepuff just made Nymphadora's blood boil, and not because she didn't want to be in it. She hated when people said that Hufflepuffs were pushovers, because her cousin Andromeda was one of the best people Nymphadora had met. Hufflepuffs stood for kindness, and Nymphadora just didn't get why people were prejudice toward them. In the Battle of Hogwarts, all the Hufflepuffs who could stay and help did. And Nymphadora Tonks, her namesake, was a Hufflepuff. In short, Nymphadora would be pleased if she was sorted into Hufflepuff.
And Nymphadora was just plain confused about Slytherin. Alcuzor and Voldemort were both Slytherins, and not to mention a few others. But not all Slytherins are evil, like her Uncle Albus, Uncle Scorpius, and Severus Snape. But she still didn't really want to be in Slytherin. But she had decided that if she was sorted into Slytherin, then she would just make the best of it. After all, She didn't believe that your House defined you. But she felt like the only one who felt that way.
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