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The hat calls out. Oh, you think. That's surprising. At the Slytherin table Draco sits next to you. You don't mind. At least you're not alone.
The next morning during first period, Herbology, you kind of wander away from the group. You see a flashing light coming from the forbidden woods. You drift over to the light...

You wake up in the Testing room. Tori is already lifting you out of your seat, saying, "You need to get out of here, now. Go out the back door. Go straight home. Say that you had an allergic reaction to the serum I had you drink earlier." You're confused as she pulls you toward the back exit. "Wait, why? And what's my test result?" She doesn't answer, so you ask again. She stops, sighs quickly, and says, "Abnegation. It's what I manually entered." "But what is my test result?" She goes pale and looks at the floor. "WHAT IS IT?!" you nearly shout. She looks up, pale as a ghost. "Your results were inconclusive." She looks away again. "You are Divergent."
But you still have to pick a Faction at the Choosing Ceremony tomorrow.
There is Abnegation, which is Selfless. They feed the poor, care for the sickly, and help the Factionless.
There is Amity, which is Trusting and Peaceful and Happy and Hardworking. They farm and cook and sell food and other farm supplies.
There is Candor, which is Honest. They are lawyers, judges, and juries. They never lie.
There is Dauntless, which is Brave. They are the warriors of this city. They protect us.
Which will you choose?

You are chained to a curse: a gift given through you by death. With it you are able to manipulate half-alive souls and bring people back from the Other World. You are also gifted in the dark arts, which allows you to reach for deceased souls capable of destruction and decay. With a single touch, you would turn a lovely rose into a black, thorny stalk of dry straw.