[Hotaru had known for most of her life that she would one day end up here, the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Magic was in her blood, and there had been little doubt in that since the accident that took her mother's life. Had she been born a squib she would be dead by now, magic needed in helping her mangled, twisted body move and function. Her father was a clever man yes, but sometimes Hotaru couldn't help but wish she had been a squib. A wish she always squashed with a vengeance whenever it formed in her mind. Her father had meant the best, and to still have a life, even with her conditions, was something she be glad of and cherish.
To actually be here, in the Great Hall, with it's floating candles that cast their light on the mass of students, divided by their houses was something different though. It was intimidating, terrifying even and the reminder that her father was not here, that no one was here to help her if she had an attack or something broke didn't help. And there was so many students, and she would be around them ever day, all the time. The thought of them discovering her secret, why she was so weak and wore out quickly, of why she was always clothed from head to toe was sickening. She couldn't stand another round of whispers and rumours, cruel glances and mocking words.
Turning her thoughts away from her fears Hotaru watched the line of first years slowly grow shorter, a teacher she did not yet know calling them up to put on they hat. The Sorting Hat, she recalled from her readings, a hat that would talk to you, muse over your qualities both good and bad and put you in a place that you would stay for seven years. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as student after student stepped up.]
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To actually be here, in the Great Hall, with it's floating candles that cast their light on the mass of students, divided by their houses was something different though. It was intimidating, terrifying even and the reminder that her father was not here, that no one was here to help her if she had an attack or something broke didn't help. And there was so many students, and she would be around them ever day, all the time. The thought of them discovering her secret, why she was so weak and wore out quickly, of why she was always clothed from head to toe was sickening. She couldn't stand another round of whispers and rumours, cruel glances and mocking words.
Turning her thoughts away from her fears Hotaru watched the line of first years slowly grow shorter, a teacher she did not yet know calling them up to put on they hat. The Sorting Hat, she recalled from her readings, a hat that would talk to you, muse over your qualities both good and bad and put you in a place that you would stay for seven years. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as student after student stepped up.]