Ooc: please only Slytherin and Ravenclaw thanks
Sometime before
She had just waved goodbye to her parents and Avery, her owl. She was excited to see what might lie ahead of her. Hogwarts! So many adventures and mysteries, but most importantly, a chance to learn. She would be sorted into Ravenclaw like her parents. (This would not go so well, but she would be over that.) And now she found herself on the Hogwarts Express.
She still remembered Arisha Rompier, who went to Beauxbatons, she best friend’s words in her letter, “The Hogwarts Express. Not as fun as riding a carriage pulled by pegasi, isn’t it?” She missed Arisha. Pity she went to Hogwarts. Pity here limited French. Ugh.
Stop it, Irene! Be happy, seem happy, at least. How can you meet your new classmates this way?
She looked down the corridor. There were so many compartments.
Yet all of them were full.
God.
She’d have to try her luck. Make a good impression, Irene Whitefang. Your father in Christopher Whitefang, he works in the Ministry of Magic. Hold up your head. Walk like his daughter. Walk like a pureblood. Act like a pureblood.
She found one compartment and knocked on the door. She waited for it the open.