A Blue Heart -A Hogwarts Love Story-

I had always known that it would be Ravenclaw House. From my fourth birthday and on, I had shown the most impressive signs of magical blood that there could possibly be. Most children of age - around 4 or 5 years old - would accidently fly up to the ceiling, or melt down the crib, or create a minor explosion of some sort, and the parents would know: That's a healthy magical baby. But for me? Well, I was different.
You see, when I was four years of age, I was showing signs of magical ability alright. But it was... different from what would be considered as "normal." As a toddler, I was able to control my magic. I could cook food when I wanted to, I began reading novels and spellbooks by age 5 and a half, and at the age of 7 I would sneek into my parents' room and steal one of their wands, then sneak down to the basement to practice charms. I was a bright child.
Yet, as I grew up, got my first wand, and was located into Ravenclaw House, I couldn't help but feel a bit like something was missing. I remember the day of my sorting clearly.

"Ross, Rosella!" The old witch called out into the crowd of frightened first-years. I stood up tall and pushed my way through the mass of my future classmates. I sat down on the cold, hard stool, and the patched up hat was place upon my head.

My, what a strong brain! It's rather obvious to where you'll be placed, now isn't it...

But I don't wish to go there.

A young witch as brilliant as you could not go anywhere else but Ravenclaw! Why do you disagree?

It's no fun.

No fun? If you want fun, you'd be put in Slytherin! But you're too honest for them.

Then put me in Gryffindor, you old rag.

Well, well, well! You've definately got the temper and bravery for Gryffindor, but I feel that is not the place for you.

Then put me in Hufflepuff!

Why do you refuse? Is it because you don't want to be smart? Is it because both of your parents were already in that House? Yes, I remember them. Both as brilliant as you! Do they expect too much of you, hmm?

I want to be normal.

Your ability is far to great or you to ever be normal. Although I have taken your wishes into thought, Ravenclaw is the only place where you will ever feel at home. You are a tough girl.

"Better be.... RAVENCLAW!"

Cheers errupted from the Ravenclaw table. I wiped my watery eyes, hopped off the stool, and went to the table. The upperclassmen greated me kindly, warmly. It had made me feel a bit better, I must admit, but I wasn't all that happy for being in the group of nerds. I didn't want to be super smart. I just wanted to be normal.