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1th year :
Samuel and his twin sister Astoria Greengrass wait with the others, more than nervous, the word on their shoulder. If there are not in Slytherin, their parent are going to end them. They didn’t memorize a single word of the speech.
The door opened, the wait beginning. Astoria was called first. After a quick end pressure, she walks and sit down.
— Slytherin, he calls after horrendous minutes.
Tears of relief came during the applause, for Samuel too. His name came up. He was plunged into darkness by the hat.
- Another Greengrass. Slytherin, for... I see your reason. Despite this, you naturely have the traits. Slytherin. he decided.
They are safe, he repeated to calm himself. He went sitting down at the table, the good one.
3th years:
— No boy and girl are not allowed to be within fifteen centimetres of each other. Recitated Goyle, in the stupid Bridgade.
- We're fraternal twins, from the same family.
he was confused, looking for an answer.
- You're Slytherins, it passes. You should join us.
- er. Seached Astoria.
He was called to an emergency, saving the day, for the moment.
4th year, divination class
- What do you see ? Looks the same.
- According to the book, death?
He burst out laughing, catching an outraged look from the teacher, coming their way.
- This is serious art. She looked at the mug, confirming the reading, serious look on her face. The veil of death.
They held back laughter; it was a good choice to take this class.
After the war.
Samuel scribbled, trying to appease himself. As usual, he didn't get much sleep. He saw his parents screaming, even though they can't now because of Azkaban. This time, he woke up before he reached the Great Hall on the day of the battle. His quill pierced the manuscript. He tore off the piece, resuming his drawing.
Two years later.
He looked around, unfamiliar landscapes changing. He's far from London, from Hogwarts. He's going to make a new life for himself.