53 Chapter Fifty three

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I waited a bit before Professor McGonagall came in, she looked stern and shot some glances as people in the crowd that did not look as refined as she had wanted. Meaning that she stared hard a Finnigan, Ron and Harry.

I stayed away from it all and merely waited for her to open the doors, I did not even need to listen as I already knew everything. I just wanted the doors to open to peek inside to see if the Great hall was as magical as I wanted it to be.

"Let's go in shall we," Professor McGonagall said with a soft smile and opened the door, it was breathtaking. I was scared that if I blink I would miss it all it would be a dream. Although I did not show it I looked everywhere, at every student and every inch of the hall. It was warm and cosy, it looked absolutely stunning.

The tables did look quite odd without food or drinks and empty plates but I did not let that stop me as I went on and walked with my head held high. I caught the eye of Professor Quirrell at the teacher's table, he gave me a small smile and a soft nod. I returned the nod slightly and tried not to make eye contact with Headmaster Dumbledore as his eyes reached me.

The stare seemed curious a friendly nothing out of the ordinary but I knew better than most that it was best o leave powerful wizards out of your way. till the end of the night, I would play pretend to be the amazing sweet student girl and afterwards, I will start my journey. I will do my best to make my life this time as unique and fun and experienced as possible.

At least now I did not have to worry about the chains hanging around my neck from father and pureblood society. After all, they would all blame father for sending me away and making me turn out the way I turned out.

I almost giggled at the pitiful stares and the shut mouths as they could not say anything if I did something out of line or bad. They could only blame 'dear' father and his ridiculous thoughts in sending me away. Afterall I made enough appearances for people to know I was perfect, perfect in every day.

I felt powerful at the stigma I had created around myself. Yes, I was angry, filled to the brim with anger but would that stop me, no. It would only push me further. They would all get what they deserved and I could only take a deep breath of relief as I came to a stand in front of the sorting hat and a regular old moppy brown stool.