I hate him
Sarai POV ~
September 1 came quicker than I thought. I didn’t really want to go to school yet. It was hard enough at the other schools this posh school is going to be horrible. Mom tried to buy my expensive clothes for I can “fit in” but I don’t see the problem with my sweaters and jeans? I believe my outfits would become popular one day and all these haters are going to be acting differently out of nowhere.
It was the night before school started I had to take a train to get closer to the school train. For now I’m sleeping in this hotel with my older brother because my mother had work. My brother Alex didn’t seem to want to be here but he is older than 18 so he can’t really complain. Mother called me on my new phone I got because it’s a boarding school (How my mom really agreed on this I don’t really know).
“Sarai, have you taken your sleeping pill yet? You’ll be heading to bed in 20 minutes.” She noted to me I can already imagine the scolding look on her face.
“Mhm mom I will…?” I muttered under my breath
“Okay sweetie let’s pray, grab your brother.” She said suddenly her whole mood changed
I called my brother over
“Thank you god for giving my baby her chance to become even more successful in this new school. I pray Orla finds new friends and has wonderful teachers. I ask you to protect her because a new school could be hard for a young black lady and I speak a spell of protection over my children's heart and mind from the devil trying to get my babies. I thank you for everything you’ve done for this family and everyone amen!” My mom exclaimed loudly
Oh and how I hope this prayer would help me for tomorrow.
After my mom hung up I went to take my sleeping pills that I only take for nervous occasions like this that might make me stay up all night fretting over.
I started to lay down after I finished taking a shower and brushing my teeth. I have literally nothing else to do I suppose anyways.
I cried myself to sleep tonight scared of all of the horrors tomorrow will be.
Next day ~
My brother woke me up laughing saying It takes forever to wake me up. Which is a lie but okay.
I start to get ready to head to the train station where all of the possibly new first years of Hogwarts go.
As I’m walking with my brother to the train station I notice all of the different type of kids going there as well. There were people of all different types of races but there was a clear rule that the rich kids are the most popular ones already. There was so many rich families in the past minute I was actually astonished there were so many. As I walk closer to the station I see a family that looks so strict. There was two boys both around my age but I think only one was getting on this train. The mother was gripping one of the boys shoulders a bit too tightly than normal and was speaking to him in a language I didn’t know well. I only spoke Swahili and English fluently. I believe that was French though I only know cuss words.
My brother helped me put my belongings in the cart and I started to board the train. My brother said bye and left. I look for a decent compartment without others inside. I found one around the end of the compartment. While I was sitting down I opened my book and started to read the Hogwarts guidelines written by a student who used to go there. I go to the chapter called “Wannabe First years” I start to read
Hello wannabe! I’m sure you must be very excited to try to get into this school but let me tell you this. The test is hard because it’s getting deep into who you are and that’s how you’ll be put into your house. Ravenclaw is for the witty students who love a challenge, for example a riddle or a puzzle. Also you must have some wisdom in you DOESN'T matter what subject but you have to have some. If you believe that fits you the most be prepared because the other houses could care less about you. They will probably use you for your studies. Also don’t act like your better than everyone else because of your intelligence because some of them aren’t as smart as they think they are. Gryffindors are for the brave and daring souls. Also some could argue that they are filled with a bunch of idiots but that’s besides the point. If you want to be in that house then you have to be prepared to not be able to make friends in the house slytherin because that’s the house enemy and it’s actually more serious then some of them even realize. They still have hatred for each other after school then pass it to their children like it really baffles me how childish this rival of there’s is. Now if you want to be Hufflepuff they are known to be very kindred souls and patient this makes it hard to hate them. They are always fair so they most likely won’t be a bunch of racist and homophobic losers but some of them might be very serious “Christians” that changed what the Bible says but y’know do you i guess. For slytherin if you are going there you are most likely a snob that’s getting abused by your parents yes people notice just refuse to say anything. Most slytherins are very rude well the males at least and do weird things specially sexually which you probably do not need to know but your welcome. Slytherins also support the little rivalry with gryffindor in fact even the heads of the house entertain it sometimes. Even though people call slytherin horrible people they are just like every other house there’s bad and good just they aren’t allowed to have their owns views in this house.
As I was reading I haven’t notice the boy in front of me spectating me as I read. He lightly tapped me and begun talking
“I’ve knocked several times to see if it’s occupied and you didn’t answer so I came in.” The boy I saw earlier said blankly
“Oh i apologize the book was interesting. Do you want to stay?” I asked nervously
He didn’t answer just sat down and started reading his book. I stared at him for a few seconds , noticing his pale skin and rosy cheeks with a little baby fat on them. I couldn’t tell what his height was still but I wanna say around 5’3 which is a good height for a 10-11-12 year old.
It took him a bit to look up at me from his book and I quickly put my eyes back to mine even though I didn’t read anything. I felt his eyes staring at me, I put my bag on top of my lap to try to hide my big belly. God I wish I could run away right now but this is karma I guess.
“Regulus Black youngest son of Orion and Walburga it’s a pleasure.” He stated it without hesitation in his voice like he rehearsed it.
“Oh hello it's a pleasure as well my name is Orla Sarai but please call me Sarai.” I stuttered through the beginning of my sentence like an idiot from a romcom.
“I see Sarai is your last name?” He politely asked
“Erm no it’s my middle name but everyone call me Sarai!”
He didn’t reply AGAIN and just muttered an agreement or saying okay I think I can’t hear well
I went back to my reading but decided the textbook I couldn’t finish from earlier this week would be best and started reading that. I kept sneaking glanced at him and he stayed quiet till someone knocked on the compartment door I guess it was the trolley whatever that was
“Hello, do you want anything from the trolley dears?” The nice looking lady asked
“No thank you Ma’am what about you Regulus?” I asked him
“I’ll take some.” He picked up several chocolate items and some random British food I don’t know about, I’m surprised they didn’t have any tea. The total seem a bit big but he didn’t look like he minded so I knew he was a posh boy now certainly
After the lady left he sat down further than before which was not necessary so I went back to my reading as he did as well
“Why did you call me Regulus?” He asked randomly
“Oh umm because that’s your name?” What an dumb question
“We just met so why would you address me so informally?” He looked at me like I was the one asking that dumb question
“It’s your name, what else would I call you? Posh boy? Mommy boy? Prince Regulus?” Which could be interpreted as rude but this dude was being all weird
“No, a simple black would be fine.” He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world
“Is that how they do it here? I’m pretty sure nobody says that in 2018?”
“That’s how I’ve been taught.” He replied seeming to get annoyed with me
“Okay sorry I’ll call you black if you like.” I said not wanting to get him angry with me
“Mhm” He replied and I hate him