Yay! Okay, this is my first fanfic ever... go easy on me! This is a story I co-writed along with DA BEST AUTHOR EVER, Master Sparky!
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We put together this AMAZING crossover thingie and I really have high hopes for it! So... Please enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SPIRIT ANIMALS OR HARRY POTTER!
MEILIN'S P.O.V
I couldn't believe I was riding a train to a magical school called Hogwarts. OF ALL THE NAMES, HOGWARTS WAS THE BEST THEY COULD THINK OF?!
Oh well. I couldn't wait to perform magic! Maybe I could summon a magical . . . brick . . . to hit Rollan in the face every time he annoyed me! Wait-
was that how magic worked? I didn't know! I was just nervous. But I felt a slight ambition in my heart.
My best friends, Conor, Abeke, and Rollan, were all sitting on the seats next to me. Conor looked like he was getting trainsick or something. Anyways,
we were all really excited to be going to this school together. It's funny, too, because I'm slightly worried I won't be in the same House as them . . .
I mean, we all have such different personalities. But I was positive I would get either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. I mean, I have the courage and the
brains. All I knew was that Slytherin was the bad house.
It was a cold, slick, rainy day. I watched the landscape blur past the dripping glass window and felt a small twinge of anxiety. We were nearing the
school. "You nervous, Lady Panda?" Rollan joked, poking me in the ribs. I scowled and punched him. Ever since I had confessed my
favorite animal was a panda he had been calling me that ridiculous nickname.
He made a noise like a cross between a squeak and a dying cat and I smirked in satisfaction.
Suddenly, the train screeched to a halt and the lights flickered dangerously. "I believe we're here," Abeke said seriously.
My heart was racing in anticipation. One by one, kids went up to the Sorting Hat and got put in their Houses. What would I get? Anxiety grasped my
heart as I watched Abeke approach the weird talking hat that honestly made me want to burn my grandfather's entire hat collection. I leaned
forwards timidly. Abeke closed her dark eyes, probably trying to avoid all those bored stares. I just hoped my best friend would get-
"RAVENCLAW!" it hollered.
I felt reassured. My posture relaxed, and I exhaled in relief, brushing my thick black bangs out of eyes. I was almost positive I would get the exact
same as her. As for the boys . . . well . . . I blushed. What WOULD they get? I imagined Conor had the POSSIBILITY of Ravenclaw. But Rollan only
had streetsmart. When we all first met, he had actually been an orphan. It was a weird way how we met-
"CONOR SHEPERD?!" a voice yelled, interrupting my thoughts. I snapped back to attention and focused. It was Conor's turn! He HAD to get
Ravenclaw. Then at least him and Abeke wouldn't be separated! I smirked to myself. It was obvious they liked each other, but they never
showed it. Well, to make it even, one night me and Abeke were playing Truth or Dare when we had a sleepover . When I said truth, Abeke asked me
if I liked Rollan as more than a friend. I almost peed myself when she asked that. The dark-skinned girl cracked up while I turned
white as a ghost. I blushed profusely and refused to talk to her for the rest of the night. Normally I would have attempted at revenge,
but I was WAY too embarrassed. "HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat announced. I saw Abeke's encouraged face fall in disbelief. Conor seemed dumbfounded as
well. He mumbled unintelligible words and stumbled towards his new House. A few other kids were called after Abeke and I exchanged a worried
look. "ROLLAN FALCON!" a voice called. I crossed my fingers. He strutted onto the stage and made a joke about how he used to have a hat that
looked just like the Sorting Hat. He didn't seem nervous at all! I boiled with rage. How could he be so calm! I would totally out-calm him. I
forgot my fear in that instant. Almost as soon as the hat touched his ruffled dark brown hair, it immediately screamed "GRYFFINDOR!"
OF COURSE HE WOULD GET GRYFFINDOR! Rollan wasn't scared of anything. Except for me. I wanted to be in either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but
now I was so confused I didn't know what to do. Eleven kids were called before I heard my name. "MEILIN YANG!"
I slowly got onto the stage, coolly holding up my head in a nonchalant manner. I saw every boy's eyes on me. I am truly the most
beautiful girl. I hoped Rollan thought so. Wait! I was supposed to be out-calming him! But all of my friends were in different Houses. I
knew that I had a 3/4 chance of getting to be with one of my friends. But I could NOT get Slytherin. That House was EVIL. It was gently
placed in my wild hair. I found it whispering in my mind. It conflicted with me. 'Who do you think you are? What House do you believe
you truly belong in?' It asked. 'I want to be with my friends,' I told it back, surprised at how this was working. 'Why?' it replied. 'Because, you
bozo, I don't want Slytherin anyways!' I bickered back impatiently. I no time for these stupid questions! It didn't answer to me.
"SLYTHERIN!" it finally shouted to the crowed.
I think I almost threw up.
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