YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND —
The girl had chuckled, at Nicholas’ apparent lack of courage. They had made it to their seat quickly, though the black-haired girl wanted to punch or kick the person who she thought sneered at Nicholas. She turned, eyes blazing with fury but she couldn’t find who it was. So she let out a huff, a mix of the two Gaelic’s falling off of her tongue.
She leaned back as best as she could, listening to the announcement. Alphabetical names, by last name. Ah. She would be one of the last ones. That was fine with her. She’d have to deal with her brother less, and wouldn’t be called first. She shut her silver eyes, waiting. However, as Nicholas was being called, and the two were fast friends, she wanted to listen to his house. Genuinely. So she sat up, a grin on her face, and watched the nervous boy become sorted. It appeared he was ready to die, it looked as if he wanted to move and just get it over with. She couldn’t blame him, everyone was watching him. As the call for Gryffindor was announced, Temnota looked at Nicholas proudly, a warm smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. She clapped, whispering in Russian to herself.
And soon it came. Her turn. She had hoped she wouldn’t be placed in Hufflepuff. Temnota did not have time for her brother’s antics. She slowly walked up, her gaze lowered, somewhat unconfident, a bit scared as she forced herself onto the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed upon her.
A gold gaze locked upon her. He had disdainful eyes, a frown etched into his maw. He had hoped this little otrod’ye would not have gotten into Hufflepuff. He held loyalty to the house. It would be a shame if such a mistake was allowed entrance into his house.
Up on the stool, Temnota and the Sorting Hat were having an argument. The Hat had wanted to place her in Hufflepuff. She was kind, generous, patient, loyal, and fair. Traits that a Hufflepuff were known for having. But the girl would rather go and drown in the Black Lake than rather be in that house! C’mon Sorting Hat. As long as I’m not in Hufflepuff, I’ll play the piano for the entirety of time I’m at Hogwarts and I’ll help you compose your songs! The Sorting Hat eventually gave in, even making an audible sigh as it searched for a house for her traits. She was smart and clever. She also knew how to make comebacks. And she had a mind like no other... Six minutes passed. She was a Hatstall. And then... It let out a loud call, “RAVENCLAW!” And suddenly, she felt the same as her shy friend. A huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders and her head. A small smile appeared on her face, as she walked over to the table with her fellow Ravenclaws.
Suddenly, angry, upset, bitter— those were the words to describe the Russian she was hearing from the Hufflepuff table. She whirred, turning with wide silver eyes. Her gaze appeared hurt as she took in the words. “Вау. Посмотри на себя. Ты не попал в этот дом. Я так рада, ты грязный Келт. Нам, конечно, не нужно, чтобы вы разрушали величие Хаффлпаффа.” After that, a cruel laugh escaped Lukyan’s lips, his golden eyes shimmering as he moved across his table, gently placing his hand on the table cloth. Upon seeing Temnota’s hurt expression, he became even worse. “You do not understand what I just said, do you? And you dare call yourself a Romanov? A true Romanov would know Russian! Here, let me put it this way so you’re simple mind can understand it, otrod’ye. I am so glad you are not in this house. Hufflepuff. Why? Because. You aren’t worthy of being in it. You’re just some stupid bastard child Father had on an affair, you shouldn’t even be here. It’s a surprise that the magic gene got passed down to a filthy half breed like you.” His tone was menacing as he let out another cruel laugh.
That’s when a young boy, though likely a third or fourth year, kicked him. ”Oi, bampot!” He called, his thick Scottish accent sticking out. The young lad had a scar on his left eye, though his blue eyes were narrowed in fury. His black hair swept to his side and he huffed, swinging and punching Lukyan. “Is that really the first impression you’re gonna put on our house?” The boy roared. Lukyan collapsed, knocked out and with a bloodied nose. He turned to Temnota. “I am sorry, Miss. That is not how Hufflepuffs act. Please, I’d like to show you what a true Hufflepuff is like. If you need help, just call “MacTavish” in the hallways and I will be of assistance.” With that, there were many cheers and claps for the lad knocking out the narcissistic prince.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER