Diora Rax (pronounced Die-ora) sat on the train, muttering swear words
under her breath. Her jet-black hair was in her pale face, and covered her
pale green eyes. Her best friend, Tabbitha Alto, sat across from her. Her
blonde hair was put back in a high pony, and came down to about her
shoulders. She looked over at Diora from time-to-time. They both sat there
in the utter silence of the empty train.
"You know what Di?" Tabbitha questioned.
"What?" Diora snapped back.
"Wow. Calm down. Why are you so bitchy today anyway?"
"Shut the fuck up Tabb."
"Whatever," she muttered, and looked back out the window.
They both stood up, as the train slowly started to stop. Once it stopped fully, they both grabbed their trunks from above, and stepped off. The cold wind whipped at their pure black robes.
"Damn wind...damn place..." they both muttered at the same time under their breath.
Di snuffed a laugh, as they came towards a very large man.
"'Ello there!" He said, as he looked down at them.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Tabb.
"Don't bad mouth me. Won't be surprised if you end up in Slytherin..."
She glared up at him, as he started to walk away, calling over his shoulder. "Come on you two..."
They both followed him, but at a distance. They both looked at each other, as they were led by the large man towards a horseless carriage.
"What the f-." started Tabb, but was stopped as Di elbowed her hard in the side.
"Get in." The large man mumbled.
They both got in obediently, sitting down across from each other. They both jumped slightly, as the carriage started to move towards a large castle.
"Wow...it's big..." Tabb muttered under her breath. "The one in Canada was half this size..."
Diora nodded her reply, then the carriage came to a sudden stop in front of a set of large stone stairs. Di opened the door, getting out slowly. Tabb followed close behind, holding her robes closed. They both walked silently side-by-side up the steps. Once they reached the doors, they opened them, walking inside. Once they shut the door behind them, they saw an elderly woman with a hat sat on top of her head, clearly waiting for them.
"Welcome Diora and Tabbitha, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Please follow me into the Great Hall, and you will be sorted." She walks into the Great Hall, and they followed behind her.
The rumbles of students' voices were heard behind the doors, until the Professor opened the doors. Then there was utter silence. Professor McGonagall led them down the middle of four isles of tables. All eyes were upon them.
"Holy shit..." Tabb muttered under her breath, just loud enough for everyone to hear. McGonagall led them up to a long table, in the middle of which sat Albus Dumbledore.
"Rax, Diora. Please sit down, and you will be sorted. The four houses are Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. The sorting hat will decide on which house is best for you."
She nodded meekly, and sat down on an ancient looking stool, with three legs. Professor McGonagall placed an old ragged hat on top of her head. It whispered in her ear. "Brave yes...yet very cunning...Hmm. Where to put you.think it should be..." It stopped whispering, and yelled out to everyone. "SLYTHERIN!"
Her pale face paled even more, as she stood up, taking off the hat. McGonagall pointed her to the right table. She shuffled slowly towards the Slytherin table, and sat down on an empty spot on the bench beside a fat boy. He looked over at her, and tried to talk. "Nurgh..."
She gave him a strange look. "Er..."
A thin, pale, blonde boy stuck his head out around the fat one. "And why are you in MY house?"
"Your house?" Di snapped back
"Sure." He answered.
"So I can teach assholes like you how to act," she snarled.
His face paled even more then looked back up at the Head Table, as Professor McGonagall called out Alto, Tabbitha. She turned her head up to the Head Table as well, hoping against hope that Tabb would be in Slytherin too. She held onto the edge of the bench, as the Sorting Hat whispered in her ear as it did to her. Finally, after what seemed ages, it called out..."GRIFFINDOR!"
She groaned loudly. It felt like she was melting inside. Her best friend was gone. The only friend that she had here.
Up at the Head Table, Tabb groaned loudly too. She walked slowly towards the Gryffindor table, and sat down beside a boy that looked to be about her age. He had bright green eyes, round glasses, and messy black hair. She didn't like the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
He smiled faintly at her. "Hello. I'm Harry Potter. And you are...?"
"Tabbitha Alto."
"You sound...Canadian!"
By this time, she had the attention of most of the table. "Er.yeah. That is where I am from..."
A chubby boy across the table gasped. "Wow! Gram always talked about Canada.Never though I'd get to meet someone though.By the way, I'm Neville Longbottom."
She nodded a little. "Whatever."
Diora had put her head down on the golden plate, but jumped once the food started appearing.
The snobby blonde boy laughed. "You dumbass!"
She growled at him, then started eating.
"You know what Di?" Tabbitha questioned.
"What?" Diora snapped back.
"Wow. Calm down. Why are you so bitchy today anyway?"
"Shut the fuck up Tabb."
"Whatever," she muttered, and looked back out the window.
They both stood up, as the train slowly started to stop. Once it stopped fully, they both grabbed their trunks from above, and stepped off. The cold wind whipped at their pure black robes.
"Damn wind...damn place..." they both muttered at the same time under their breath.
Di snuffed a laugh, as they came towards a very large man.
"'Ello there!" He said, as he looked down at them.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Tabb.
"Don't bad mouth me. Won't be surprised if you end up in Slytherin..."
She glared up at him, as he started to walk away, calling over his shoulder. "Come on you two..."
They both followed him, but at a distance. They both looked at each other, as they were led by the large man towards a horseless carriage.
"What the f-." started Tabb, but was stopped as Di elbowed her hard in the side.
"Get in." The large man mumbled.
They both got in obediently, sitting down across from each other. They both jumped slightly, as the carriage started to move towards a large castle.
"Wow...it's big..." Tabb muttered under her breath. "The one in Canada was half this size..."
Diora nodded her reply, then the carriage came to a sudden stop in front of a set of large stone stairs. Di opened the door, getting out slowly. Tabb followed close behind, holding her robes closed. They both walked silently side-by-side up the steps. Once they reached the doors, they opened them, walking inside. Once they shut the door behind them, they saw an elderly woman with a hat sat on top of her head, clearly waiting for them.
"Welcome Diora and Tabbitha, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Please follow me into the Great Hall, and you will be sorted." She walks into the Great Hall, and they followed behind her.
The rumbles of students' voices were heard behind the doors, until the Professor opened the doors. Then there was utter silence. Professor McGonagall led them down the middle of four isles of tables. All eyes were upon them.
"Holy shit..." Tabb muttered under her breath, just loud enough for everyone to hear. McGonagall led them up to a long table, in the middle of which sat Albus Dumbledore.
"Rax, Diora. Please sit down, and you will be sorted. The four houses are Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. The sorting hat will decide on which house is best for you."
She nodded meekly, and sat down on an ancient looking stool, with three legs. Professor McGonagall placed an old ragged hat on top of her head. It whispered in her ear. "Brave yes...yet very cunning...Hmm. Where to put you.think it should be..." It stopped whispering, and yelled out to everyone. "SLYTHERIN!"
Her pale face paled even more, as she stood up, taking off the hat. McGonagall pointed her to the right table. She shuffled slowly towards the Slytherin table, and sat down on an empty spot on the bench beside a fat boy. He looked over at her, and tried to talk. "Nurgh..."
She gave him a strange look. "Er..."
A thin, pale, blonde boy stuck his head out around the fat one. "And why are you in MY house?"
"Your house?" Di snapped back
"Sure." He answered.
"So I can teach assholes like you how to act," she snarled.
His face paled even more then looked back up at the Head Table, as Professor McGonagall called out Alto, Tabbitha. She turned her head up to the Head Table as well, hoping against hope that Tabb would be in Slytherin too. She held onto the edge of the bench, as the Sorting Hat whispered in her ear as it did to her. Finally, after what seemed ages, it called out..."GRIFFINDOR!"
She groaned loudly. It felt like she was melting inside. Her best friend was gone. The only friend that she had here.
Up at the Head Table, Tabb groaned loudly too. She walked slowly towards the Gryffindor table, and sat down beside a boy that looked to be about her age. He had bright green eyes, round glasses, and messy black hair. She didn't like the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
He smiled faintly at her. "Hello. I'm Harry Potter. And you are...?"
"Tabbitha Alto."
"You sound...Canadian!"
By this time, she had the attention of most of the table. "Er.yeah. That is where I am from..."
A chubby boy across the table gasped. "Wow! Gram always talked about Canada.Never though I'd get to meet someone though.By the way, I'm Neville Longbottom."
She nodded a little. "Whatever."
Diora had put her head down on the golden plate, but jumped once the food started appearing.
The snobby blonde boy laughed. "You dumbass!"
She growled at him, then started eating.