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"Severus, Minerva, Pomona, Fillius, I'd like to introduce you to someone very special to me," Headmaster Albus Dumbledore said, gently pushing a talk teenage girl out from behind him, "This is my god daughter, Phoebe Rose. She is transferring from Salem Academy in the United States to here. She is 17 and a 7th year. She was also top in her class at Salem; I suspect she'll give our Miss Granger a run for her money."
The four heads of houses looked the gawky girl up and down. She had messy blond hair and bright violet eyes that were hidden by a pair of oval glasses with thick plastic rims. She had freckles everywhere and had currently donned the robes of an un-housed Hogwarts student.
"Well Miss Rose, we're certainly glad to have you." Minerva said warmly holding out her hand which Phoebe awkwardly accepted.
"Oh my dear! Albus never told us he had a god daughter!" Fillius Flitwick chirped as Phoebe bent to shake his hand.
"If you ever need to chat, you can always come to me Dearie." Pomona Sprout chimed.
"Welcome Miss Rose, now, do you know what house you're in?" Severus greeted, as warmly as he could muster.
"No, not yet. And thank you Professors." Phoebe sighed; her voice was musical and enchanting.
"Well then, I'm sure, my dear, that you're curious. let's get you sorted so you can great your new house mates when the feast starts later on this evening. Minerva, would you be so kind as to get the Hat." Albus bubbled.
Minerva turned and walked over to the shelf where the old hat rested. Phoebe stood patiently, staring at her shoes as she waited. Severus could tell the girl was nervous, but there was something about the girl that made her seem…different.
"Here we are Phoebe! Now let's see where you'll be sleeping." Albus said, a strange twinkle in his periwinkle blue eyes.
Phoebe closes her eyes as she felt the sorting hat land on her golden head.
Ah, Miss Rose…I didn't know the headmaster had a god daughter. Anyway, where to put you? You have great intelligence…Ravenclaw perhaps? There is a great deal of courage…Gryffindor? No…You care a great amount all things living…not Hufflepuff. But what of Slytherin? Ambition, Cleverness, hmmm…you Phoebe Rose are a hard one to place. Better Be…
"Slytherin!!" The old hat shouted.
The room descended into a deep silence until Professor Dumbledore broke the silence, "well, I must say, I certainly wasn't expecting that. Looks like I lost that bet." He floated that hat back to it's shelf as he chuckled.
"Welcome to my house Miss Rose." Severus said, a smirk betraying his features.
"Severus, now, mind you, watch out for the girl. I've heard of some of the gastly things that go on to… 'introduce' new students into your house." A surprised Minerva ordered.
Phoebe looked at her, but hid her moment of fear. She wanted to appear as smart as she knew she was and impress her new head of house to prove she didn't need a protector.
"Professor…Snape? If I may ask, would you go over my notes on a cure for lycanthropy. I suspect I'm very close." Phoebe added.
The Potions Master looked at her curiously, "I would gladly go over those notes, seeing as we have a werewolf teaching here again."
"I told you she was smart." Albus chuckled.
Phoebe went to leave, but a thought occurred to her, "Albus…I mean, Professor, I believe I won our bet. I told you I'd end up in Slytherin," She laughed with a grin.
"You knew?" Professor Flitwitck asked, astonished.
"of course I did. After all, I've studied everything about this school I could get my fingers on. Now, my winnings?" Phoebe replied with a smirk.
The Headmaster sighed, but smiled as he waved his wand and large box in brilliant green wrapping paper with serpents on it appeared in front of her.
Phoebe laughed with glee as she tore off the paper. She pulled out a device that left the other teachers gaping.
"What is it?" Professor Sprout asked.
"This is a Martin DM12 12-String Dreadnought Acoustic Guitar…a musical instrument. I've played since I was six years old." Phoebe replied proudly, admiring her brand new guitar.
"Had she lost, we would have all heard her play and sing tonight at the feast." Albus said sadly.
"Actually, if I can get a big enough hug from you, dearest god father of mine, I'd gladly do a concert for my new school." Phoebe said with a smile.
Albus looked as if he'd never been asked such a thing, but he grinned and walked up to his god daughter and gave her that big hug.
"Now, let me go warm up and y'all will see me do some showing' off. I find it best when trying make a good impression. After all, I am in Slytherin, so, I can show off all I want to."
"Severus, I don't know how I ever doubted she'd end up in your house." Albus chuckled.
Severus looked at the girl than back at the older man, "I certainly agree."
Phoebe hooked the shoulder strap around her back and set off behind her new Head of House to the dungeons. She had a lot of warming up to do. Now all she had to do was to not make a fool of herself…what was she thinking?
(A/N: the guitar, I looked it up, it's a beautiful Guitar…if only I knew how to play)
