I made my way to the table sporting students wearing black robes with hints of dull navy blue. I sat at an empty spot on the right side of the table - or the more empty side to be precise. As I watched the remainder of the sorting, a couple students from my table came and patted me on the back, or welcomed me, but that was it.

Finally the last student was being sorted.

"Taylor, Skye." The strict teacher (I admittedly forgot her name) called out.

This girl - Skye - was quite unlike the other trembling first years, including myself. She confidently strode up to the front and jammed the hat on her head. Someone is eager. I thought she would be a Gryffindor for sure. She seemed to have that brave aura around her, and I longed to be her friend, despite not knowing her. Heck, we probably wouldn't even be in the same house.

2 minutes later, the hat shouted out, "RAVENCLAW!"

She jumped up, and started walked towards....me?! I felt my heart beat rise, and I started panicking inside. Why was I so afraid to talk to her? She wasn't some alien race or anything, and I guess she even resembled me ; same skin tone same eye colour, same hair colour, we even both had rosy cheeks! Though I guess that was where the similarities ended. I was taller, I could tell, and my hair was longer and wavier. I could also see she had an interest in jewellery, which I didn't.

Maybe this was gonna be harder than I initially thought.

Skye sat down in the seat in front of me and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Skye Taylor." She chirped and gave me a sweet smile.

"I know."

Ok, that was creepy. Well done, Clover.

"From the sorting, I mean, you know, since your name was last and..."

Well, at least you tried, Clover.

Skye considered this for a split second and replied, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. And you are..?"

"Oh, I'm Clover. Brookhelm. Clover Brookhelm." I said, and then smiled.

"Nice to meet you!"

Then she turned around to the front and enaged in a conversation with another first year.

"Ditto." I whispered to myself.