Post by Cory-Rose on Sept 28, 2010 21:57:50 GMT -5
An eleven year old girl waits anxiously for her chance to be a part of a house. Butterflies waltz in her stomach her orange eyes turn to a white hue; questions run around in her head: 'Will they accept me? Can I really become a witch? Will I ever get my wand after word?' She tries so hard to keep the one big question out of her mind, yet somehow it creeps right in. 'Will I even be placed into a house?' With dread and hope in her heart the young girl waits for her answer.