Recent content by Neal Severn

Neal was a sharp girl. She had no trouble understanding that a 'human snake' wasn't a witch with scaly skin and a forked tongue (though it would be nice if the signs of duplicity were so obvious). She craned to see the girls further down the table, and took a mental photograph. Just her luck to...

The verdict of the sorting hat still echoed around the hall as Neal made her way to her new house table. So... it began again. The humiliation. The girl with a fear of snakes was herself a snake. Deeply unamusing, but even Neal could appreciate the irony. As she sat down, her gaze was pulled...