#julitte

Thank you JK ROWLING

Thank you TAHEREH MAFI

Zola was a first year, but she was already proving herself to be tough. Tu was still at Hogwarts, but he was in Ravenclaw while she was sorted into Slytherin before the hat even hit her head. Her ambition was her strongest trait, as she was always striving to prove she was above where she had come from and her initial origins. She wasn’t weak. At eleven she had already proven to her own housemates that she wasn’t beyond sticking up for herself and others. She didn’t like seeing anyone being picked on and she intended to ensure that everyone was treated fairly. That was a big deal for her, especially being raised by squib parents and having one parent who was a werewolf. She was from Africa. Her brother was Asian. In her life, she had seen what discrimination was and she didn’t like it. She didn’t tolerate it and never would. 

That’s why when she rounded the corner and saw some of her older house mates picking on another student, one who didn’t look much older than herself, Zola immediately stepped in. She didn’t know a lot of hexes yet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fake them out. She immediately began speaking in Zulu, her tone angry as she glared at them, her eyes on fire. She pulled out a wood carving she began earlier that hadn’t taken shape yet and began to angrily widdle it, acting as if she were carving the ring-leader of the group, her eyes speaking volumes and her tone trying to demonstrate a curse (which of course wasn’t what she was actually doing). The bullies immediately froze, staring at her with curiosity which quickly turned to fear and they ran, mumbling to one another. 

Zola’s attention was immediately on the other girl, as her face softened and she switched back to English. “Are you alright? Those girls are bitches, I’m sorry about them. They won’t mess with you again now though.” She switched to a whisper. “They actually think I can do voodoo....I’m not even from where voodoo is practiced, and zulu is hardly the right language for voodoo. They don’t need to know that though.” Zola winked at the other girl and offered another grin. 

Juliette