Kia: I'm writing again!
Miko: Do you like pickles?
Kia: What dose that have to do with anything?
Miko: Who cares. Do you?
Kia: Well. Um. Yes. Actually.
Miko: I like pickles too! ^ ^
Kia: Right. Well um I'll do disclaimer, // We own nothing but ourselves!
Miko: I own Pyro! ( the phoenix)
Kia: Oh. Right and I own Sinn. ( the barn owl)
Miko: On with the fic!
Normal POV
Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed into the great hall just in time for the ceremony.
"I told you we'd be late, but did you listen to me? NOOO! You just had to take a 'short cut'. One would think that you'd've learned by now that there are no 'short cuts' in this school!" Hermione scolded as they sat down in their usual places at the Gryffindor table.
Professor Dumbledor smiled at them then stated, "This year, along with all of our first years, we have three new sixth year students."
Harry looked quickly over at Hermione and Ron and mouthed, "Did you know?"
They mouthed back, "No..."
"Two of the students," Dumbledor continued, "will be coming later this week. The other... seems to be late." Just then one of the windows flew open and a girl came to a spinning halt in front of Dumbledor. She gasped for breath, grasping her broom tightly in one hand. "Sorry *gasp* I'm late *gasp* got lost *gasp*." She ran her empty fingers through her blue-streaked brown hair and smiled, lighting up her bright blue eyes. Reaching into her jet-black robes she pulled out a wand, that much resembled Harry's, pointed it at broom and muttered something unrecognizable. In a flash of green light her broom disappeared. She turned to face the crowd then walked briskly down the rows of tables. She was wearing black boots, black jeans with ribbon that tied the thighs together, separate, also she wore a shirt with the word "BOYS" with an "x" crossing out the word "BOYS". "Sounds American." Ron said. "...and looks like it." Hermione muttered. The dining hall erupted in conversation as soon as the doors shut behind this new girl. No later then five minutes the first years followed Professor McGonagall with the stool, sorting hat, and the scroll with their names on it. "Now, when I call your name you will come and sit on the stool and the sorting hat will be set on your head and you will be placed into your houses. Jenivive Couffmen!" The new sixth year girl stepped up quickly and sat on the stool. Professor McGonagall set the sorting hat on her head. "Right, right then, GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat yelled. She took the hat off and gave it to Professor McGonagall and walked to the Gryffindor table, taking no heed at sitting between Neville and Hermione. She looked a little angry. "Miko! It's Miko! My name is Miko not Jenivie!" She didn't look like she wasn't very happy. "Well, Miko. It's nice to meet you." Hermione extended a hand. Miko looked absolutely flabbergasted. "Um...thanks. Hello. Who are these two?" She jerks her head towards Harry and Ron. "Oh, um...I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Wealsey, and this is Harry..." "Potter." Miko finished for Hermione. "Um... yeah. Hello." Harry extended a hand. She shook it.
Normal POV
Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed into the great hall just in time for the ceremony.
"I told you we'd be late, but did you listen to me? NOOO! You just had to take a 'short cut'. One would think that you'd've learned by now that there are no 'short cuts' in this school!" Hermione scolded as they sat down in their usual places at the Gryffindor table.
Professor Dumbledor smiled at them then stated, "This year, along with all of our first years, we have three new sixth year students."
Harry looked quickly over at Hermione and Ron and mouthed, "Did you know?"
They mouthed back, "No..."
"Two of the students," Dumbledor continued, "will be coming later this week. The other... seems to be late." Just then one of the windows flew open and a girl came to a spinning halt in front of Dumbledor. She gasped for breath, grasping her broom tightly in one hand. "Sorry *gasp* I'm late *gasp* got lost *gasp*." She ran her empty fingers through her blue-streaked brown hair and smiled, lighting up her bright blue eyes. Reaching into her jet-black robes she pulled out a wand, that much resembled Harry's, pointed it at broom and muttered something unrecognizable. In a flash of green light her broom disappeared. She turned to face the crowd then walked briskly down the rows of tables. She was wearing black boots, black jeans with ribbon that tied the thighs together, separate, also she wore a shirt with the word "BOYS" with an "x" crossing out the word "BOYS". "Sounds American." Ron said. "...and looks like it." Hermione muttered. The dining hall erupted in conversation as soon as the doors shut behind this new girl. No later then five minutes the first years followed Professor McGonagall with the stool, sorting hat, and the scroll with their names on it. "Now, when I call your name you will come and sit on the stool and the sorting hat will be set on your head and you will be placed into your houses. Jenivive Couffmen!" The new sixth year girl stepped up quickly and sat on the stool. Professor McGonagall set the sorting hat on her head. "Right, right then, GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat yelled. She took the hat off and gave it to Professor McGonagall and walked to the Gryffindor table, taking no heed at sitting between Neville and Hermione. She looked a little angry. "Miko! It's Miko! My name is Miko not Jenivie!" She didn't look like she wasn't very happy. "Well, Miko. It's nice to meet you." Hermione extended a hand. Miko looked absolutely flabbergasted. "Um...thanks. Hello. Who are these two?" She jerks her head towards Harry and Ron. "Oh, um...I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Wealsey, and this is Harry..." "Potter." Miko finished for Hermione. "Um... yeah. Hello." Harry extended a hand. She shook it.