FRED'S POV:
I toyed with the fork in my hand and turned to George. "When are they letting all the first years in?"
This year, our little brother, Ron, would be entering Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
In answering, a loud pounding of a hundred feet sounded down the corridor to the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall, followed by a large crowd of first years, strode into the room. Professor McGonagall walked gracefully with her head held up proudly. The first years walked timidly and looked around, uncertainly and shyly.
I looked through them, trying to spot my red-headed little sis- er… brother. I gave up and tried paying a little attention to the introduction and sorting of the first years.
A few boys and girls walked nervously up to the stool and turned red when they noticed all the eyes on them.
"Harry Potter." Professor McGonagall announced, causing whispers and murmurings of old rumors to circulate through the hall.
A little boy with messy black hair and circular glasses stumbled up the short staircase to the stool. When the sorting hat was placed on his head, it seemed to be having a conversation with him, though I couldn't hear what was being said. Finally, the hat announced that he would be placed in Gryffindor, with George and I.
Ron was sorted, also into Gryffindor (not much of a surprise).
There were very few kids (6 or 7 at the most) still standing awkwardly at the foot of the stairs, some shifting their weight uncomfortably, others squeezing their sweaty hands together over and over.
"KC Anderson." Professor McGonagall called out.
A short girl with long straight black hair walked through the few kids still standing there and walked up to the stool. She was the only one who hadn't tripped over the bottom of her robes or faltered in her steps. She walked gracefully and purposefully, reaching her destination with ease. The sorting hat was placed on her head and took only a second to consider.
"Gryffindor!"
A bunch of people in Gryffindor cheered as the hat was lifted from her head and her face was finally revealed.
The black hair framed a pale face with a few freckles and a pair of bright blue eyes. Her full red lips curled up in a tiny smile but other than that, her face gave away no emotion.
She hopped off the stool, her hair lifting in the sudden breeze created by her movement and then falling back into place. She walked to the long Gryffindor table and sat beside a girl with light brown hair and green eyes.
I tried to hide the way eyes lingered on her. She looked up from talking with her friend and right into my eyes. Hers were alight with curiosity. I was shocked by their depth. I could feel my face heat up and then George nudged me.
I unwillingly dragged my eyes from hers and looked back at George.
"Worried about Ron already, Freddie?" he teased. He must've mistaken the direction of my stares.
"Yeah right. I'm waiting for him to do something stupid that we can use to make fun of him for the rest of his career at Hogwarts."
George nodded, as if he had expected this from the beginning and grinned.
