Moriah found the dungeon classroom just then. She walked without saying much or saying hello to anyone. She was still in shock. Shock from the incident on the train. Shocked from their swift and certain sentence of detention. Shocked from being sorted to Slytherin. She had hardly been paying attention in classes. She had spent the time avoiding everyone in a daze.

She knew she could not hide forever. She could hope to be forgotten... or remembered for something better someday. The Sorting Hat must have a sense of humor. She wasn't brave, or smart, or even kind. She wasn't clever like a Slytherin should be. The Hat put her in there to be tormented... The older students were punished more severely than the first years. They were already looking at her scornfully, blaming her and the other first years for what had happened...

She heard an odd little song. The boy next to her... was singing...

She pushed her glasses up onto her nose. She was too anxious to pay full attention to the sorting. She did not remember where this boy had been placed. She needed to be careful but she was curious...

"What... What is that? I mean... What are you singing?"