Not All-There
Chapter 1
"Cheer up Draco, even Snape looks more alive then you!" Oh, my poor, poor, perfectly shaped ears rang in pain as Pansy's voice shrilled next to them.
I didn't bother looking up to see whether her statement was accurate or not, all I was concerned with was the pounding headache she was making worse with ever second her whiney voice filled my head.
The first day of term was always like this for me; annoying and bothersome. The long ride on the Hogwarts Express tended to give me a headache, but whether it was caused by the screeching of tracks or everyone who decided to join me babbling on about their summer I couldn't decide and after a few years I decided it was both.
So now, after all the first years had been accepted into whatever house would take them, my headache slowly-but-surely started to fade away as I nursed my empty stomach with the glorious cooking that always just kinda popped up infront of us every year.
The golden chicken tasted good enough that my headache had been reduced to a dull throb, but even all the marvelous food couldn't hold my attention for long, and my greenish-grey eyes that girls so longingly looked into began to wander around the centuries-old hall where so many people still dined and probably would continue to for more centuries to come.
After giving my usual glare to Potter and his friends, whom all returned my glare, I noticed that McGonagall and Dumbledore were whispering to each other, at first I thought that they had finally gotten together and were acting like some of the children they were supposed to be teaching not to whisper to each other like that, but the looks on their faces made it seem as though something was wrong; both looked worried.
It was about this time that I noticed the sorting hat was still up in front of Dumbledore, which intrigued me, seeing as they usually removed it after the first years had already been sorted. Now that my attention was focused on more then the food in front of me I realised that I was not the only one who was wondering as to why it was still there; I could hear many whispers around me more-or-less around the same topic.
Turning my gaze back to the front I saw McGonagall and Dumbledore nod to each other before the elderly witch stood from her seat, rounded the head table, and began her way down the center of the hall, almost every head turning to see her walk by.
The doors that lead to the Great Hall were closed this year, I never did understand why they never just chose one way to leave it, they always seemed to want to vary it; this year closed, last year open, etc…
When she had reached the doors, the whole hall had gone silent, probably thinking the same thing I was, what was she doing?
She pulled one of the doors open and was about to step out, but instead she yelped in surprise; she had almost run into a girl who had been standing right outside the door, and by the looks of it, had been standing there, still and silent, for over an hour.