Cassiopeia soon left the compartment her brothers were in, seeing they were soon joined by others, and found a compartment where some first years sat. One had platinum blonde hair, clearly a Malfoy, but she ignored this as she sat next to her distant relative.
Very distant relative.
She said nothing, choosing to tune out the world and the chattering of the others as she stared out the window with bored golden eyes.
Upon reaching Hogsmeade, she went with the other first years into the boats that would take them to the school. Cassiopeia found herself to be in the same boat, literally, with the young Malfoy. She quickly grew tired of his silence, " You're a Malfoy, right?" His cool grey eyes turned to the brunette in surprise. " Scorpius Malfoy," he said quietly with a nod to her, " You?"
" I'm Cassiopeia Potter," the girl answered, quieting as she said her last name. She hated when others judged her by her father and family name. Scorpius said nothing in return and their conversation ended, although Cassiopeia was quite pleased to know her assumption had been correct. As usual.
When they entered the great castle, the first years were ushered into the Great Hall where most oo'd and aw'd over the ceiling and overall enormosity of the room. They were soon sorted and Cassiopeia was pleased to see Albus sorted into Gryffindor before she was called to try the hat. Sitting on the stool the teacher lowered the hat to the girl's head and it began to speak to her.
" You're another Potter," the tone was unsurprised, " hmm, how interesting. Yes..." Cassiopeia glanced upward, seeing the dark brim over her brow. A few moments of consideration and its decision was called out loudly for everyone to hear, " SLYTHERIN!"
Cassiopeia stood and removed the magical hat herself, handing it to the surprised teacher before making her way to the Slytherin table. Cheers erupted although she knew some were probably fake but this didn't disappoint her as she sat on the bench, a smug look spreading across her features as her golden eyes found her brothers at the Gryffindor table.
Scorpius hadn't even sat when the teacher placed the hat on his head, where it didn't stay long. " SLYTHERIN!" The hat called out, having barely touched the young boy's mind. Malfoy's were famous for never having been in another House. Ever.
He was quite pleased as he stepped from the platform and strode over to the Slytherin table where the 'snakes' of the school clapped, some cheering. He sat next to the girl he'd met on the boat and, after giving a small smile to her, turned to watch the rest of the sortings.
Potter's, Weasley's, blah blah blah. These were children of the men and women his own father had gone to school with, and bullied, and one was his own House-mate.