⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫ OPEN

Yexian Wei was terrified. She had surely never felt more scared in her life than this. Facing down an army of savage, bloodthirsty dragons was easier than this by far. She would have rather dived into a pool filled to the brim with sharks than this! She understood that she was, quite frankly, being ridiculous. But she would rather be ridiculous than frightened. What was the reason for this fright, you may have asked had you been there? She had to tell her family, her very Slytherin oriented family, that she was in Gryffindor. The first person within her family to be in Gryffindor. From the very first Wei to appear, all were Slytherin.
What would they say? They were clearly expecting her to be in Slytherin. Nothing else but that was to be accepted. It might have gone alright if she was in say, Ravenclaw. That would have just meant that she was a bit less cunning, and a bit more bright in book smarts. They would have been disgruntled if she had been in Hufflepuff, but they probably would have said later that it just meant that she was hardworking and kind. But Gryffindor? Slytherin’s mortal enemy? No, that would not be easily forgiven. What if they disowned her? What if they threw her out into the street? The gruesome possibilities were endless, all of the flying around in her head like errant Snitch’s in a game of pickup Quiditch. She took a deep breath. No, they wouldn’t do that. They were her family. But family could betray you if they felt that you betrayed them. A nasty voice whispered and murmured. She felt cold all over, as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over her head. She felt like her thoughts were suffocating her. She shook her head. No time for those kinds of things. She was about to tell her family.
The reaction was explosive to say the least about it.
Plates shattered, glasses were dropped, silence reigned supreme.
Finally, her mother spoke up. She sounded angry almost, yet pleading. Her father stared talking about how they might be able to get her a resorting. The rest of her family started along with him, telling her that it would all be fine. Yexian started to feel herself get angry. Angry that they thought that it was a mistake. That her sorting was wrong.
She couldn't handle herself any more.
She screamed.
She screamed loud enough that one of the glasses still remaining on the table shattered at her uncontrolled accidental magic.
She screamed until everyone was quiet for a while, before she started explaining with barely controlled ire that she was just fine in Gryffindor and she would remain in Gryffindor. That it was her choice and not theirs.
Finally, her grandfather spoke up, stating that she was correct and that the rest of them should mind their business. nYexian felt happy that at least her grandfather understood her.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad now that she had told them.
But some part of her knew that it would never be the same.
And another part was happy that it wouldn't.
She was scared of that other part.
But she didn't have to be.