Chapter One: Worst Sorting Ceremony Ever
This story begins in the first year. Many students were going to be boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first time, and saying good-bye to their parents. Two girls stood on Platform 9 ¾, waiting for the train.
"What house do you think we'll be in?" asked Callie. Callie Smith was a normal blonde, blue-eyed girl who lived next door to the girl standing next to her. She's as loyal as any friend could possibly get.
"I don't know," said Erica, "But I just hope we are together." Erica James is a Brown haired, brown-eyed girl who was the smartest person you could meet. Both girls wore glasses, and had ribbons in their hair. No one could tell, but these girls were best friends forever, literally.
The train rolled into the station with a loud screech. The girls waved good-bye to their parents and hopped aboard. Unfortunately, there was only one compartment left and three children were already sitting in there.
"I really don't think we should bother them," Callie said.
"It's the only place left to sit…" Erica told her friend and knocked on the door.
A red headed girl opened the door. "Um…hi?"
"Hey." Callie said, even though a moment ago she didn't want to disturb them. "Do you guys mind if we sit with you? All the compartments are filled."
"Sure." the girl opened the door all the way and Erica and Callie slid inside.
Two boys sat there, talking to each other. One actually noticed the two girls when they sat down.
"Hey." He said with a smile. The other boy looked up. "Well I'm leaving." He headed for the door. "I'm not sitting with a bunch of first years. James is out."
"James!" The girl flew after the boy who had just fled the compartment.
"I'm sorry about my brother." The remaining boy said. "Name's Albus by the way."
"That's a pretty cool name." Callie said cheerfully. "I'm Callie. And the shy one here is my friend, Erica."
"I'm not shy Callie…" Erica looked at Callie with her deep brown eyes. "I was just born that way."
A few awkward moments later, the girl came back, pulling the older boy by his right ear.
"Ow, Ow OW!" he said trying to pry her fingers away, "Rose you know that's were my owl scratched me last week!"
"Sorry, James." She said releasing her grip, "But it had to be done. Your dad told me that you had to show us around."
"Unicorn turds."
As the train chugged on, the group got to know one another. And another boy came into the compartment with them. He was tall and pale, with black hair and red eyes. He said his name was Nick.
The last thing remained of the night-the Sorting Ceremony. It was the biggest thing of the whole year. Your fate, I mean, your home for the next seven years rested all in a hat. The professor stepped forward and began to call out names.
"Erica James!" Erica stepped forward and had the hat placed on her head. She closed her eyes tightly. "RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted.
The Ravenclaw table cheered as the new house member ran to join them.
"Albus Potter!" Albus ran up. The hat was placed on his head for a while, and his brother looked at him with a smile, thinking he would be in Gryffindor like him. But instead, the hat shouted out "SLYTHERIN!" Albus slowly walked over to the Slytherin table.
"Nicolas Redding!" Nick walked up to the Sorting Hat. The hat was placed on his head and shouted out, "RAVENCLAW!" Nick ran over to Erica.
"Calassnadra Smith!" Callie heard some snickers from the Slytherin table about her name.
Damn it Mother, Callie thought as she approached the hat, Why'd you have to give me such a stupid name?
It took the hat a while to figure it out, but at last it spoke those dreadful words: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Callie kept a cheery smile on her face, and she could see that Erica was too, but deep down, both girls knew what the other was feeling: WHAT THE HELL?! WHY ARE WE IN DIFFERENT HOUSES!?
End Chapter One
