My parents were both real Muggles, but I received my Hogwarts acceptance letter when I was 11 years old.
I said to the Sorting Hat, "Listen, Old Hat. No one in my family can do tricks, but that doesn't mean I'm any worse than anyone else."
"Which academy is suitable for someone who wants to have fun and win beautiful ones at the same time?"
Hat was silent for three seconds: "Slytherin!"
During dinner, I heard the gasps of the little snakes.
"What are you looking at?" I smiled. "Are you trying to teach a mudblood how to use a knife and fork?"
Remarks:
A brainless and cool article about letting yourself go, the CP will depend on the situation
Intention: upward
