Making her way up the path to the brightly lit castle in front of her, Christine shook her head. "Why on earth did I let myself sleep in and miss the train?" she said aloud to herself. Thunder boomed above, signally the impending storm.
"Lovely. I get to walk and get soaked."
She pulled the hood of her cloak up and a deep voice spoke up,
"Well, that is your fault, now is it not?"
Spinning around, Christine drew her wand, immediately jabbing the man in the throat.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
The man smirked.
"Unless you plan to use it, lower your wand, Miss Kennedy. I was sent by Dumbledore to greet you and get you inside to the feast. You missed the sorting."
Christine lowered her wand slightly and sighed.
"I figured. May we keep moving please? I am just slightly cold."
The man nodded a reply and turned to find himself face to face with Dumbledore.
"Ah, Professor Snape, I will see Miss Kennedy from here, thank you."
Bowing, Snape turned and left. Christine turned to Dumbledore.
"Well, he was rather rude. He was he?"
Dumbledore merely grinned.
"That, my dear, is the man you are replacing. Trust me, for Severus, that was positively cuddly. Now, shall we?" Dumbledore extended his arm to the shivering witch. Without further questioning, she took his arm and they Apparated to the doors of the Great Hall.