Victoria's first week might have been the worst week of her life.

She had gotten used to the whispers and the staring eyes of her classmates, and sitting alone at most meals. When she tried to sit but some girls, they would place their hand down and respond, "Sorry. This seat is taken."

So Victoria sat at the end of her table, usually with a book so she had something to do. She ate her lunch, with a hand blocking her face so she couldn't see the other students looking at her.

Her classes weren't much better.

She was good at Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall praised her many times for her skill. She was pretty good at charms too, but Potions was a disaster. Professor Snape LOVED to pick on Victoria, and she was sure it was his favorite thing to remind her what a wonderful Slytherin student her brother was.

She had had enough. So that's why she was standing in front of Dumbledore's office. Only a few moments ago she was in the library, minding her own business when she heard another group of kids talk about her.

"First person in over one hundred years to be sorted into Slytherin."

"I bet her families so ashamed."

That caused her to stop dead. She turned around to face whoever said that. Two Ravenclaw girls stared back at her, neither of them showing any signs of regret.

"I..." Victoria opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She felt her eyes begin to water and she turned away, running out of the library and down the hall.

Victoria began to pace in front of Dumbledore's office. She knew it was a bad idea and began to turn back, besides it was almost curfew. Right, when she was turning away, there was a loud rumbling sound and Victoria realized the Eagle in front of Dumbledore's office was gone. It was replaced with stairs and on them stood Dumbledore himself.

"Ah, Victoria Silvers. I've been expecting you."

"You have? I mean. Yes, sir. I've come-"

"I know why you come, now come in, and we'll talk about it inside." Victoria nodded and followed him up the stairs and into his office.

Dumbledore's office was filled with vastly wide and filled with paintings. Victoria looked around in awe as they made their way to his desk.

"Now, tell me. What is troubling you?"

"Well..." Victoria began, scratching the back of her head. "You see, I've done some thinking, and I think I was sorted into the wrong house,  see—"

"HOGWASH! I'VE NEVER MADE A MISTAKE." A loud voice filled the room and Victoria flinched. She slowly glanced up to see The Sorting Hat seated on top of a shelf. If it had eyes, she was sure it'd be glaring at her.

"But I'm a Silver, all Silvers..."

"Are Slytherins?" Dumbledore cut her off. "But, you're not." He pointed out. Victoria has to refrain herself from rolling her eyes. "Well yes, but it had to be a mistake..."

"The Sorting Hat makes no mistakes, Victoria, it's important to remember, our family doesn't define who we are, but our choices and what we do to them. I think..."

"DUMBLEDORE I'VE HAD IT! THESE WEASLEY TWINS HAVE GOT TO GO! IT'S THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!"

"Argus, Argus, please." Dumbledore calmed the caretaker down, who had came in with the two Weasley twins. Victoria wondered if she was ever going to get a word out.

"It's the third time this week. These two have done it again!"

"You have no evidence!" The one on the left said, "Yeah, we're innocent until proven guilty." The other chimed in. "YOU'RE GUILTY!" Mr. Flinch yelled at them.

"Argus, is there any evidence that these two boys have done anything?" Dumbledore asked the caretaker calmly. "Well, no, but I know-"

"Well, then I'm afraid the boys are right. They're innocent until proven guilty. And if there's no evidence, it seems for now they're innocent."

"But, I know..."

"Boys you may go, oh and please take Victoria with you." He nodded to the three of them and they turned and left. Victoria wanted to say and argue more, but what Dumbledore said stuck with her.

"Our family doesn't define who we are, but our choices and what we do to them."

"Oi, you're Victoria Silvers, right?" One of the twins asked her as they were walking back. Victoria nodded, "Yeah."

"Nice, I'm Fred. And this here's my brother George." George looked at his brother with confusion. "Hi. I'm Victoria." Victoria greeted both of them.

"You're the one who sits at the end of the table right?" George asked her, Victoria nodded slowly. "Yeah. I don't really have that many friends, coming from my family."

"Hey, mind if I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend." Fred told her quickly, slipping his arm in hers. Victoria looked down at his arm, visibly confused.

"I don't get it, why are you being so nice to me?" She stopped and turn towards him.

"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless." He grinned and began to march on, "Isn't that right, Georgie?"

Victoria didn't need to look at Fred's twin to know he was hesitant. But after a few seconds, he slips his arms through Victoria's other and marched along with them. "That's right Freddie."

The twins marched up to the fat lady with Victoria, cracking jokes along the way. Victoria smiled, but deep down she knew it wasn't going to last. They were just being nice, and this would fade over by tomorrow morning.

"Betelgeuse," George called, waltzing inside. "He's the weird one," Fred whispered, causing Victoria to giggle. "I heard that! And if anything, I'm the handsome own. I mean, look at my looks."

George proceeded to pose in random hero poses that cracked Victoria up more. "You know George, I think we should let our new friend Tori decide."

"I never agreed to that name." She told him with a smile.

"You never disagreed either. Now don't hide from the question!"

"Fred, George! Where have you two been? It's past curfew!" Both brothers had a look of resentment on their faces once they heard their brother call them.

"Percy, you're interrupting a very important conversation right now, so if you could just go away..." Fred began, but his older brother wasn't having it. "You haven't even finished your Transfiguration homework."

"I could help them," Victoria began, "I've got some skill."

Percy looked at her for the first time and quickly shook his head. "There's no need, Ms..."

"Tori," George replied, winking at her. "Ms. Tori, they've got to do it on their own. Now go," Percy pushed his brothers upstairs, who kept waving goodbye to her.

Victoria smiled and waved back, making her way up to her dorm room. She had reached the door when she noticed everyone was already inside. They stared at her as she entered, and Angelina was the only one to open her mouth.

"Hey, where were you? We were just wondering." She looked almost apologetic. "Oh, uh. I was just talking to Professor Dumbledore. I didn't mean to worry anyone."

"Well, you did." One of the girls, Victoria still didn't know her name, spoke up. "We can't afford to lose any house points because you felt like sneaking out."

"It wasn't like that, I promise." Victoria began, but the girl rolled her eyes and turned back to her paper. She began whispering with the other girl and Victoria sighed as she got ready for bed.

When she laid into her bed, the girl was asking her friend a question rather loudly. "What does Reparifarge do?" Victoria turned over, facing away from her before replying. "It undoes the transfiguration."

There was a quiet moment before she replied with a quiet, "Thanks."

The rest of the girls turned out their lights and fell asleep but Victoria couldn't. She stared at the ceiling, a smile plastered on her face. Tori. She liked that nickname.

It's happening!!
They're so cute aw-