River couldn’t sleep. Her bed in the dormitory was nice, but it was a Ravenclaw bed. In the Ravenclaw dorm. Everyone would be so disappointed. Her Slytherin brother Jonas would write to their parents, telling them she was a complete disgrace to the family. They’d believe him. They always believed him. “But it’s not my fault.” River muttered to herself over and over. Why hadn’t the sorting hat listened to her. Why hadn’t it yelled “SLYTHERIN!” instead of stupid Ravenclaw? Just then somebody, a girl, said “Are you all right?” River stiffened. Someone had been listening this entire time? “It’s okay. I’m homesick already too.” It said. “I’m not homesick. I just wanted to get in Slytherin like the rest of my family.” River stated. “I wanted to be in Hufflepuff. I’m Rowan, by the way,” Rowan said. “Hi. I’m River. River Olympian.” River sat up. “Wanna hear something dumb? Some Gryfindor said the child of Voldemort is in our year.” Rowan commented. River had heard stuff like that before. The prophecy said something about Voldemort rising again and his child fighting alongside him or random stuff like that. “Well it’s not me” River joked. The she and Rowan went to sleep. But she kept thinking about the child of Voldemort, wondering which Slytherin it might be.