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Chapter 1: An Unexpected Arrangement
Everyone stared. Such a thing had not happened at Hogwarts for two hundred years! Why now?
The Headmaster stood at the teachers' table smiling benevolently, as though he had made a comment on the weather.
A random student hollered a startled, "What!!" ,and the Headmaster felt it necessary to oblige the poor hearing impaired child. He said it even louder this time.
"The heads of houses and I have come to the conclusion that all fourth year and above students should be resorted tomorrow night at dinner." Apparently satisfied with himself, the jolly old man sat himself back down in his chair and continued to eat his Lemon Drop pie, seemingly unaware of the chaos that ensued among the students and most of the teachers at his own table.
Severus looked down the table at Minerva, trying to gage whether she had any knowledge of Albus's announcement beforehand by the expression on her face. As soon as his gaze met hers, he could tell that she had known nothing(just like him). Her eyes were wide in disbelief, and her mouth was halfway down to her chest. He turned his gaze away from her, satisfied, and tuned his thoughts inward. If Minerva had known nothing, and he knew that HE had not known about the absurd idea, Albus must have some ulterior reasons or motive. He's probably trying to meddle in something he should not, Severus thought with a sneer.
None the less, i will keep calm...it's not like Potter is going to be put into my house. HA! That boy does't't have one Slytherin bone in his body...Where is the brat anyways? He should be at his table! Probably off gallivanting and causing trouble already!Humph!
Many of the students were hysterical. The table of Gryffindor was especially vocal in its displeasure. They had gotten comfortable in their dorms, amongst their friends, and with their Head of House. What if they got resorted into into Hufflepuff, or even worse, Slytherin!
As the chatter finally began to die down, Hermione realized something and grabbed Ron's arm and hissed, "Where's Harry, Ron?"
"He said he was tired and would not be attending the feast.", he replied, unconcerned.
Hermione calmed down, relinquished her hold on Ron's arm, and began weighing the odds of her being resorted into Ravenclaw.
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