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...
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