Narcissus was at Hogwarts. It was bigger than he had imagined it would be but that could possibly be also because he was eleven years old. As he lay in the four poster bed that was to be his own, he reflected on how his first day at Hogwarts had gone. He did not want to be away from his Papa but this was a rite of passage for any wizarding youth. Even ones with creature blood running through their veins.

The train ride had been ... interesting. The trolley witch had embarrassed him a little when she had pinched his cheeks. Narci had yet to grow into the confidence that he would attain in later years so he had worried that the other first years he had been sharing a compartment with would dislike him. At least one had asked him ignorant questions that Narcissus had not even been sure how to answer.

The boat ride had been a little scary - who knew what mysteries lurked in the lake below them! Narcissus had spent most of it peeking over the side of the boat in the hopes of catching sight of something. He was positive that he had seen some sort of mer creature. Hogwarts had those, right?

Nothing had prepared him for the Great Hall though, with it's brightness and the gorgeous ceiling. His eyes had been dazzled by the enchantments. And then came the time for being sorted. He watched as one by one, his peers with surnames that came before his own in the alphabet sat upon the stool and were sorted into a house. Which one would he go into?

Narcissus swallowed a knot of nerves as he took his turn and settled upon the stool. The brim of the sorting hat fell over his eyes and he heard its voice inside of his head as it considered different qualities of himself. He thought he heard something about a thirst to prove himself or something along those lines but was distracted from dwelling on it as the hat shouted out his placement in Slytherin.

He had heard things about Slytherin on the train and for a moment, he was in a tiny bit of a panic as he made his way to the table. Slytherin was said to be home to quite a few purist students and he was not just a half-blood but a half creature. Would they be mean to him if they found out what he was? Should he keep it under wraps? That did not feel like the right thing to do though.

After all, it wasn't like he could help that he had been born this way. And at any rate, Narcissus - at the mere age of eleven - was already filled with a sort of indignation that anyone should look down on him merely for the heritage he had been born with. And so, no, he would not hide. He would not go announcing it from the rooftops, of course, but he would never say that he was something that he was not.

And with those last thoughts, the new Slytherin turned in his bed and drifted off to sleep.