Hello readers and followers of my account!
I am k8callahan8, and I am new to the fanfiction world. My best friend, BroadwayKid1832, recently introduced me to this whole new world, right in front of my eyes! I hope you enjoy my stories, especially this one, since it's my first. Happy Reading! -k8callahan8
Chapter 1
I feel every pair of eyes on me as I hold my breath, confidently making my way through the staring crowd of first-years. I had heard all the stories– good and bad, and I'm hoping to have one of the good ones. I turn around to face the crowd, my long, strawberry-blonde hair whipping around my shoulder, as I sit down, closing my eyes. Don't freak out, it can sense it. Stay calm, you're the first one, show them who you really are. I tell myself. The hat is less than a meter from my head, and I already feel it paging through my every thought, wish, idea. A cool sensation spreads through my body, starting at my head, where the hat is almost resting upon, centimeters away. The magic, power, knowledge, of the hat is so palpable, I feel stronger than Dumbeldore. Now it's only millimeters from my head, and I feel it chuckle, the hat knows exactly what I want; but am I a good fit? The ratty old fabric, worn out from years of doing the same thing, barely touches down on my head, before I feel a smirk from the hat as it takes a breath.
"Ravenclaw!" It bellows. I swear, my heart has stopped. The crowd roars, the Ravenclaw table, especially, as they rearrange themselves to make room for me, a first-year girl, just perfectly sorted into the house of her dreams. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I sat down, another first-year making her way through the crowd to the Ravenclaw table. She sits down next to me, tossing her blonde braid and blue ribbon over her shoulder.