His hand is a dark black color

Dumbledore smiles as the hat exclaims which house all the new students are in. As Slughorn came onto the stage a hush fell over the hall and Slughorn sat himself in the leather wing chair. Dumbledore shook hands with the shorter low pear shape man, as the Gryffindor head mistress lowered the pointed wizard's hat on a guy's head.

After the first years get into their houses, Rose is the final person to take the stage. Her encounter on the train is in a gangbang, the little flirt romance with Cormac steering her back to Gryffindor.

But the comment made by Slughorn reminded her that she could possibly find true happiness, and she could found her perfect self within the green and silver robes. Rose thought about getting a closer look at Draco and what he had been doing. His pale ghastly look, staring down at the empty plate. His girlfriend trying to soothe him.

After the final people end up in their respective houses, Dumbledore calls for Rose. "From the United States of America, one of the prestigious schools of Ilvermorny. Rose Smith." He bellows out to everyone.

Rose slowly walked to the stool, she felt the old hat on her head as a voice spoke into her mind. "I see you are one of the most unusual students we have here in Hogwarts. A sense of familiar brimming around your head."

"What do you mean?" Rose said in her mind.

"You are a witch with many qualities to be an auror, but your love for magic is something that can't be replaced. I remember, remember something, but nonetheless. A choice. A choice of friends and being a strong-willed female or a place of darkness. Both could help your newfound feminity and sexuality widen, what will it be Rose." For the second time, Rose has the choice between Gryffindor or Slytherin.

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