Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39764794-20191206185329/@comment-44390494-20191209070026

She sighed, knowing she should prepare for a lot more of that to follow. Harriet turned back towards her food, taking a silent bite of the pastry, then immediately regretted it. The food turned sour in her mouth, but she forced herself to swallow, scooting the horrible-tasting bread as far away from her her arm allowed her too.

Why had the Sorting Hat placed her in Slytherin? She had nothing in common with them. She even got bullied by the house's snarky jerks because she was an elf and would 'never fit in' with the real wizzards. Honestly? She didn't even believe she did. That was probably the only thing she agreed on with her house.