A year later, I was sorted into Gryffindor. Lavinia had predicted it, but my disappointment was still great. I was sitting on the school stool, with the Sorting Hat on my head, as I looked at James and all of you cousins celebrating, surrounded by people cheering for Harry Potter's daughter, and I wanted to scream. I didn't want to be with you! I had more in common with Albus" friends than with people like James! They were cunning and ambitious, just like me. Additionally, I had the feeling that being a part of Slytherin meant having access to secrets that no one else knew, and I've always loved secrets! I was supposed to be one of them! I know even Albus and Calypso were disappointed. Scorpius, however, didn't care, and I was sad because I knew that as a Gryffindor I could never win him over.