Y/n POV:

Professor Mcgonagall calls the first year's names one by one by one "Angel Winters" she calls, a young blond haired girl with blue eyes steps out and is evidently shaking. As she drops down the hat covers her head almost entirely.

Angel's POV:

The hat covered my eyes, almost my whole head! 'Hello there Winters!' The hat startled me.. it could TALK?! 'Yes, yes' It chuckled 'I can talk but its in your head, no one can hear me!' "Alright" I thought back 'Ok so, you seen to have a bright mind, you're super sweet and you are brave. But no, I think that you have a thirst to prove yourself! Yes.. Better be SLYTHERIN!' The hat was yanked off my head as I sighed in relief and went to sit with a girl who seemed kind.

"Hello Angel!" She beamed at me, "How- how do you know my name?!" I asked shocked. She smiled even larger and chuckled "I heard it when you were on stage. Right! Of course she had! Silly me! "Well anyways, i'm Y/n" I beamed at her "Nice to meet you!"

Y/n POV:

Something about her told me that we would be good friends. Then another name caught my attention as professor Dumbledore said "Mattheo Riddle will be joining us. He is in Slytherin."

Great.

Just AMAZING!

"Let the feast begin!" I shook my head but just as I was about to take something to eat Mattheo sat next to me "Hey there Potter." "Hi Riddle" He seemed to flinch at that name "You all good Mattheo?" I asked him "Fine. None of your business anyways!" He replied, I was slightly hurt but what more could I expect from him? Like father, like son I guess.

I put some mashed potatoes and a steak and kidney pie. I left out the chicken because I didn't feel like eating it right now. I had HEAPS of sweets on the train anyway. I finished eating and drank some pumpkin juice, oh! How I missed that sweet taste!

Then it was time for dessert! I was about to look for something to eat when Layla suddenly said "Maybe you shouldn't" I looked at her "Why?" She smirked back and said "I mean, your already so fat! Maybe you should cut down on the sweets" She said sweetly, making my blood boil. But still, what she had said still had an imprint on me. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Mattheo was glaring at her, so was Angel, Pansy and Daphne.

For the rest of the feast I simply drank water and sat there thinking if I really was fat.