*I moved the classes around to make the story work. I hope you like it!
Rowena was pissed. Her parents decided that for her fifth year, instead of going to Salem Witches Institute, she was to transfer to Hogwarts, all the way in England.
She was almost positive she would be the only Hispanic there. Oh well, She thought. At least I can start again. She had been to the school before, to be sorted. An ancient old man put a ratty old hat on her head. Said hat was debating between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.
Oh, hurry up! She thought.
Well I never! The hat said in her head. Fine. Pick the one that sounds the best to you if you're so smart!
Slytherin. Or whatever the first one is.
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat cried. She plucked the hat out of her glossy hair and skipped off.
"Ro! We're here!" Her mom sang. Rowena scowled. What could suck more? She thought. Her robes were heavy and she was on a train full of Hogwarts regulars and her parents. She dashed out and snagged an empty carriage. Her carriage went a different route from the others. A stooped, scruffy old man with a scraggly cat met her there.
"Dumbledore gave me special instructions regarding you," He wheezed. She looked mildly repulsed. "Follow me," He continued. She was led around the castle, and ended up in a large hall, filled with students and four tables, each with a different colored banner. The man she met for her sorting said. "We have a transfer student from Salem Witches Institute, Rowena Cervantes." She walked up to where he was. "The table with the green banner," He whispered kindly.
She walked to the table and scanned it for a seat. Nobody gestured. She sat alone.