"Come on Darian, we are going to be late," shouted Isis.
"Ouch," groaned Darian as she leaned forward and removed her earphones that had up till 10 seconds ago had been the instrument from which she was listening to one of her favorite bands.
Giving her sister a death look she hissed, "You know you can get my attention just as easily by tapping me on the shoulder. You don't have to use your mind, "she whined.
"I know," replied Isis as she tried to stifle a smile that was threatening to spread across her face. She started to go through the papers in her backpack, looking frantically for their tickets.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Darian mumbling something under her breath. "Not now, this is neither the time nor the place for that, besides the train is going to arrive any minute and I can't find our tickets, are you sure Mom put them in my bag."
Darian picked up one of her duffel bags and gave one of her famous "I know something you don't know" looks,
"No I've got the tickets in here, chill out, you think that we were going into a test naked and unprepared."
Isis grinned at her sister, "I thought that was your dream."
With that Darian threw one of her bags at Isis who caught it and fell back into the person behind her.
Not to happy, the person turned around to glare down at Isis on the floor.
"Excuse me, but what do you think you are doing." He hissed.
Isis stared up at the boy, half in shock and half in dismay; this was going to get ugly. She got to her
feet and brushed off her plaid skirt. "Sorry, my bad, I just lost my balance," she said in a wavering voice.
The boy continued to stare down at her, his blue eyes glinting in anger. His white hair slicked back into a short ponytail at the base of his neck.
"Do we know you," asked Darian as she walked over to her sisters side and picked up some of the bags that had fallen to the floor.
"No, not unless you were at Hogwarts last year. I'm Bastin Ravenseye. You might know my family, they have a very prestigious lineage.
"Sorry," Darian replied with a sly smile on her face, "never heard of them."
He stood there is shock for a few moments and fuming, silently turned on his heel and stormed away.
Over his shoulder her spat, "Wonderful, more lower level witch families to deal with at school, my goodness, what is Hogwarts coming to."
Isis groaned inwardly, "here we go," she muttered. She reached out to grab Darian and stop her, but she didn't get there in time.
"Lower level," Darian growled and she reached for her wand. "I show him lower level. Quidam Calamitas."
Isis breathed inward harshly, if her spells served her correctly they needed to leave there and quick. She grabbed a few bags in one hand and her sister in the other. Pointing them in the direction of Platform 9 and 3/4 she shoved her sister through. The last thing she heard Bastian say was, "What do you mean I lost my ticket, it was right here a minute ago, wait a minute, HEY COME BACK HERE!"
"You're going to get us into trouble and we haven't even boarded yet," Isis mumbled handing her tickets to the trainman.
She grinned back at her, "Sorry couldn't help it, besides the little twerp deserved it."
"Mother and Father would never approve," Isis shot back.
"I know, but that's why it's so much fun. You're such a wimp, you and your potions," Darian replied, "spells are funner."
"And quicker," Isis finished her sentence, "isn't that what you were going to say, honestly you have no patience, besides potions last longer" Isis began to turn away, she whipped back around. "Funner? Where'd that come from?"
They continued to argue the finer points of magic as they collected their bags and boarded the train.
They struggled through the bustling throng of students and settled into the first empty compartment they could find. They dumped their bags and collapsed into the seats.
"I still can't believe that you did that," Isis said as she started to put her bags away.
"Would you rather had me beat him up. It was either one or the other, the spell was less of a hassle. And besides, you wanted to do something too. I heard you. Remember you can't hide your thoughts from me," Darian said as she laid down on the seat.
"That's beside the point. I may have wanted to do something, but I didn't. It's a little trait called restraint. You might want to look into that one day," Isis said as she uncovered the cage sitting next to her on the seat. Her barn owl peaked out from his cage with curious and knowing eyes. He wore no tag, but the cage plate bore his name, "Jareth."
Darian muttered something that sounded like "whatever" and rolled over.
"Okay. What's wrong with you lately," balked Isis as she pulled a book out of one of the bags next to her.
"I don't know," Darian slurred as she rolled back over and opened the carrier that was stuck under all her bags. Out sulked a huge black and white cat, a little silver collar hung around it's neck with the name Ashlar engraved on it. The cat jumped up on Darian and fell back asleep on her chest. "I think I'm just nervous about this whole trip......aren't you."
"Of course I'm nervous! I'm just hiding it better than you. You get all sulky when your nervous." commented Isis, still reading her book.
Suddenly the train whistle sounded and the train surged to life. As it jolted out of the station,
Darian was almost thrown out of her seat, and the once sleeping cat on her chest was thrust awake and dug all 20 claws into Darian's chest.
"AAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! Get off of me you little...." Darian screamed as she detached the cat from her chest and tossed him on the seat next to Isis, where he promptly curled up and went back to sleep.
Isis started laughing uncontrollably at this.
Darian is someone who doesn't forget easily. And when it comes to her pride she forgives even less, with no exception to her sister. She shot Isis a dirty look and fumed as Isis playfully and intentionally started to stroke a thoroughly contented Ashlar.
Darian tossed a newly found book at Isis and mumbled "Traitor" in the direction of the sleeping feline next to her. Isis smiled at her, one of her "you know you love me" smiles.
The rest of the afternoon passed in relative silence. Darian curled up with a spell-book and her CD player blaring in her ears. The only signs of life she showed were her breathing and the soft turning of pages. After a while Ashlar grew tired of Isis and hopped back over to her mistress. He curled up on Darian's side and promptly fell to sleep.
Isis also dug into a book, she would however stop every so often to look out of the window at the beautiful English countryside. The sun crept silent through the sky and after a few hours the scenery changed.
"We're getting close," mumbled Darian as she pulled off her now almost useless headphones, "it just started to go haywire. Well I'll have them for the trip home."
"Yes," replied her sister pushing a few stray hairs out of her face, "the scenery has been changing, we should be there within the hour. We better put on our school robes."
Darian sat up and put her book and player in her bag and pulled out her robes and through them on. She turned and picked up her napping cat and placed him in her lap. The feline was momentarily displeased with being disturbed, but immediately forgave his mistress as she started to brush his dark coat. The only sound in the cabin was Ashlar's purring.
After another hour the train ground to a stop. Expecting it this time, Darian dug her hands into the cushions and triumphantly looked to her sister when she was not thrown for the second time.
Isis grinned at her sister, "Yes I shall see to it that you have a medal awarded."
Darian growled and started to swing her legs down. Unfortunately for her and too late for her to notice she stepped on Ashlar, who was now sleeping on the floor in front of her, she lost her balance and wound up back on the floor. She would have immediately retaliated had not the conductor stepped into the doorway and spoken.
He looked into the cabin with a slight amusement and definite confusion upon seeing one girl towering over another. The one standing putting her books away, the other positioning herself to push the standing one out the window.
"Ladies, we're here, please exit the train. Don't worry, your luggage will be sent to your rooms." He said promptly and moved on to the next car.
After a few minutes they found themselves outside on a small platform.
"Strange," mumbled Isis looking up at the sky, "it was morning when we left London yet it seems late evening her. We were traveling over 4 hours."
"Jeez, you think it might be that funny witchcraft that they talk about on TV," teased Darian in her best childlike voice. Isis shot her a sheepish look and drew her attention from the teaming crowd of students to the end of the platform where a giant figure carrying a lamp lumbering toward them.
"Firs' years this way! Firs' years over here," boomed the figure as it came into view. It, he was a very large and hairy man. He was covered in dingy furs and had on large boots.
All the first year students gathered in front of him.
"That must be Hagrid!" Isis thought.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Darian said out loud. Isis jumped , she had momentarily forgotten her sister was there.
"Don't do that!" hissed Isis as she prodded her silent sister.
Before Darian could reply to her sister, Hagrid's voice boomed over the crowd . "A'right. Firs' years follow me. Mind yer step. The path is wet."
"Well…..Do or Die time," whipped Darian for the millionth time that day.
The students started the climb up the slippery hill with great difficulty, but finally made it to the top. In the distance stood Hogwarts. Its towers reached high into the sky. A large enclosure encompassed a large section of land on the grounds. Maybe it was the Quidditch pitch that there mother told them about.
"Holy Sh…….," Darian started to say before her sister's hand clamped over her mouth. All the other students stared in awe at the castle that stood before them.
"No more than four people to a boat.," Hagrid said climbing into the first of the boats that were moored to the shore of the lake in front of them.
The students all climbed into the boats. Once they were all in the boats took off under their own power. Darian and Isis were in a boat with two other students.
"Hi my name's Rainar Von Pinn," said the tiny boy with shot brown hair, sitting across from Darian "and this is......."
"Minya Greenoaken," the bubbly girl next to Isis joyfully rang out. "What's your names?"
"Well, I'm Isis Greymalkin and is my sister Darian," Isis replied.
They finally reached the shore, and disembarked from the boats. They followed Hagrid to a great set of doors, which he opened like they were nothing. There on the other side of the door stood a stern looking woman. She had her slightly graying black hair pulled back in a tight bun. She wore tiny glasses that barely hung on her nose and she was covered almost completely in emerald green. She turned and opened the doors behind her revealing the large entrance hall. The older witch mounted the stairs in front of them and turned.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said in a pleasing manner. I am Professor McGonagall, the head of Griffindor. The sorting ceremony is about to begin. I will return shortly, when we are ready for you." with this she turned around and exited the doors behind her.
Isis and Darian just stood there, taking everything in.
"Wow, I can't believe that we are finally here."
"It's impressive, I wonder where He will be," replied Isis.
"He'll probably be at the sorting ceremony, Mom said it's the big shindig for the school, not counting Halloween and the end of the year celebration," said Darian.
Professor McGongagall finally came back out and beckoned the students into the banquet hall. All the first years looked around in awe. The room was huge, lined with high window. Candles hung in the air above their heads, in the shadow of the enchanted ceiling. There were five long tables decorated with gold. The upperclassmen were already sat at their tables awaiting the first years arrivals. Professor McGongagall ushered the students to the front of the hall, where a single three-legged stool had been set out in front of the teachers table. Both Isis and Darian met many eyes as they passed; hostile, friendly, curious, and disinterested. Isis unfortunately met the eye of an all too familiar face. Bastin glared at the both of them from the Slytherin table. To their dismay the had to pass his table. Mentally Isis warned Darian and they turned to glare back at him. He let Darian pass by with an evil grin but let his leg slip out to trip Isis.
"Ouch," she gasped as she hit the floor. The surrounding crowd had burst out in laughter and then back to their silent conversations. Not ever the one to lead to confrontation, heck Darian did that enough for both of them. Isis turned to glare at Bastin.
"This will be finished, little boy," she hissed as she got up and continued to the front of the hall. Bastin, Isis and Darian all understood. He has gone to far, going after her in such an immature fashion.
Professor McGonagall came to the stool with an old, dilapidated old hat and a scroll.
"All new students please come forward as I call your name." Each student was called and in turn each went to his or her respective fates. Finally it came, "Darian Alexina Greymalkin". Darian walked up the steps toward the stool. As she did she finally got a chance to survey the head table. As she scanned through the brightly dressed teachers her eye finally fell on the one person that she and Isis had been waiting to see. He was staring straight back at Darian. She turned around and sat down, as she did she whispered to her sister's mind. "There he is! At the head table!" By that point the sorting hat was already sitting on her head. It magically sprang to life.
"Table? What's all this about tables?" the hat said questionably.
"Nothing!" Darian said hopping it would believe her lie.
"Nothing! HA!" the hat said as it sat itself firmer on her head. "Ah, that's what you were talking about. Well.......with that fact in mind, where to put you?" The hat frowned in concentration. "Hmmm, you have great skill and strength, but you lack the discipline. You have no restraint, but you do have skill. This is a hard decision."
Darian looked every bit the calm, collected smart ass that she portrayed, but Isis could she through all that, she could see that Darian was scared, and had absolutely no reason to be. Just then the hat finally made it's decision.
"Ah......I'll place you in Griffindor.
McGonagall picked the hat off Darian's head as she walked to the Griffindor table, as the next name was called, "Isis Desidero Greymalkin". She stepped forward and sat down. The hat was placed on her head and once again it frowned in concentration.
"Very interesting. Another one. Definite skill and ability but no obvious strength. You have ambition and discipline.......Hmmm, let me think.......ah yes. Slytherin."
Isis who had been hoping for Griffindor, cursed in her head. Darian answered her, "Chill! It will be okay."
As Isis got up and slowly walked over to her new family she kept transmitting to her sister.
"Easy for you to say, you're not sharing a house with that jackass Bastin," she whined back.
Darian, for once, with no mirth in her mind or expression, stood up and yelled across the room to her sister, "DON'T WORRY, WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT."
With that Isis sat down next to Mina Greenoaken, who had been sorted into Slytherin also.
The last name was soon called "Rainar VonPinn," he was placed in Griffindor and came over to sit next to Darian. After all the students were settled, the head of the school, Professor Dumbledore, stood up.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," he bellowed in a friendly manner, "You have come here to learn the art of magic, but do not misunderstand, it does not matter your rank nor your lineage that will decide your skill and understanding of the arts. You must master them, understand them, and above all respect them. This is the key to all that is intangible. Before we go on to the food I wish to remind you students that the Dark Woods are off limits and Mr. Flich has also asked me to remind you that there is to be no magic in the hallways. And now, feast."
The golden plates erupted with food. All the students gorged themselves on the amazing array of food before them.
"Ouch," groaned Darian as she leaned forward and removed her earphones that had up till 10 seconds ago had been the instrument from which she was listening to one of her favorite bands.
Giving her sister a death look she hissed, "You know you can get my attention just as easily by tapping me on the shoulder. You don't have to use your mind, "she whined.
"I know," replied Isis as she tried to stifle a smile that was threatening to spread across her face. She started to go through the papers in her backpack, looking frantically for their tickets.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Darian mumbling something under her breath. "Not now, this is neither the time nor the place for that, besides the train is going to arrive any minute and I can't find our tickets, are you sure Mom put them in my bag."
Darian picked up one of her duffel bags and gave one of her famous "I know something you don't know" looks,
"No I've got the tickets in here, chill out, you think that we were going into a test naked and unprepared."
Isis grinned at her sister, "I thought that was your dream."
With that Darian threw one of her bags at Isis who caught it and fell back into the person behind her.
Not to happy, the person turned around to glare down at Isis on the floor.
"Excuse me, but what do you think you are doing." He hissed.
Isis stared up at the boy, half in shock and half in dismay; this was going to get ugly. She got to her
feet and brushed off her plaid skirt. "Sorry, my bad, I just lost my balance," she said in a wavering voice.
The boy continued to stare down at her, his blue eyes glinting in anger. His white hair slicked back into a short ponytail at the base of his neck.
"Do we know you," asked Darian as she walked over to her sisters side and picked up some of the bags that had fallen to the floor.
"No, not unless you were at Hogwarts last year. I'm Bastin Ravenseye. You might know my family, they have a very prestigious lineage.
"Sorry," Darian replied with a sly smile on her face, "never heard of them."
He stood there is shock for a few moments and fuming, silently turned on his heel and stormed away.
Over his shoulder her spat, "Wonderful, more lower level witch families to deal with at school, my goodness, what is Hogwarts coming to."
Isis groaned inwardly, "here we go," she muttered. She reached out to grab Darian and stop her, but she didn't get there in time.
"Lower level," Darian growled and she reached for her wand. "I show him lower level. Quidam Calamitas."
Isis breathed inward harshly, if her spells served her correctly they needed to leave there and quick. She grabbed a few bags in one hand and her sister in the other. Pointing them in the direction of Platform 9 and 3/4 she shoved her sister through. The last thing she heard Bastian say was, "What do you mean I lost my ticket, it was right here a minute ago, wait a minute, HEY COME BACK HERE!"
"You're going to get us into trouble and we haven't even boarded yet," Isis mumbled handing her tickets to the trainman.
She grinned back at her, "Sorry couldn't help it, besides the little twerp deserved it."
"Mother and Father would never approve," Isis shot back.
"I know, but that's why it's so much fun. You're such a wimp, you and your potions," Darian replied, "spells are funner."
"And quicker," Isis finished her sentence, "isn't that what you were going to say, honestly you have no patience, besides potions last longer" Isis began to turn away, she whipped back around. "Funner? Where'd that come from?"
They continued to argue the finer points of magic as they collected their bags and boarded the train.
They struggled through the bustling throng of students and settled into the first empty compartment they could find. They dumped their bags and collapsed into the seats.
"I still can't believe that you did that," Isis said as she started to put her bags away.
"Would you rather had me beat him up. It was either one or the other, the spell was less of a hassle. And besides, you wanted to do something too. I heard you. Remember you can't hide your thoughts from me," Darian said as she laid down on the seat.
"That's beside the point. I may have wanted to do something, but I didn't. It's a little trait called restraint. You might want to look into that one day," Isis said as she uncovered the cage sitting next to her on the seat. Her barn owl peaked out from his cage with curious and knowing eyes. He wore no tag, but the cage plate bore his name, "Jareth."
Darian muttered something that sounded like "whatever" and rolled over.
"Okay. What's wrong with you lately," balked Isis as she pulled a book out of one of the bags next to her.
"I don't know," Darian slurred as she rolled back over and opened the carrier that was stuck under all her bags. Out sulked a huge black and white cat, a little silver collar hung around it's neck with the name Ashlar engraved on it. The cat jumped up on Darian and fell back asleep on her chest. "I think I'm just nervous about this whole trip......aren't you."
"Of course I'm nervous! I'm just hiding it better than you. You get all sulky when your nervous." commented Isis, still reading her book.
Suddenly the train whistle sounded and the train surged to life. As it jolted out of the station,
Darian was almost thrown out of her seat, and the once sleeping cat on her chest was thrust awake and dug all 20 claws into Darian's chest.
"AAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! Get off of me you little...." Darian screamed as she detached the cat from her chest and tossed him on the seat next to Isis, where he promptly curled up and went back to sleep.
Isis started laughing uncontrollably at this.
Darian is someone who doesn't forget easily. And when it comes to her pride she forgives even less, with no exception to her sister. She shot Isis a dirty look and fumed as Isis playfully and intentionally started to stroke a thoroughly contented Ashlar.
Darian tossed a newly found book at Isis and mumbled "Traitor" in the direction of the sleeping feline next to her. Isis smiled at her, one of her "you know you love me" smiles.
The rest of the afternoon passed in relative silence. Darian curled up with a spell-book and her CD player blaring in her ears. The only signs of life she showed were her breathing and the soft turning of pages. After a while Ashlar grew tired of Isis and hopped back over to her mistress. He curled up on Darian's side and promptly fell to sleep.
Isis also dug into a book, she would however stop every so often to look out of the window at the beautiful English countryside. The sun crept silent through the sky and after a few hours the scenery changed.
"We're getting close," mumbled Darian as she pulled off her now almost useless headphones, "it just started to go haywire. Well I'll have them for the trip home."
"Yes," replied her sister pushing a few stray hairs out of her face, "the scenery has been changing, we should be there within the hour. We better put on our school robes."
Darian sat up and put her book and player in her bag and pulled out her robes and through them on. She turned and picked up her napping cat and placed him in her lap. The feline was momentarily displeased with being disturbed, but immediately forgave his mistress as she started to brush his dark coat. The only sound in the cabin was Ashlar's purring.
After another hour the train ground to a stop. Expecting it this time, Darian dug her hands into the cushions and triumphantly looked to her sister when she was not thrown for the second time.
Isis grinned at her sister, "Yes I shall see to it that you have a medal awarded."
Darian growled and started to swing her legs down. Unfortunately for her and too late for her to notice she stepped on Ashlar, who was now sleeping on the floor in front of her, she lost her balance and wound up back on the floor. She would have immediately retaliated had not the conductor stepped into the doorway and spoken.
He looked into the cabin with a slight amusement and definite confusion upon seeing one girl towering over another. The one standing putting her books away, the other positioning herself to push the standing one out the window.
"Ladies, we're here, please exit the train. Don't worry, your luggage will be sent to your rooms." He said promptly and moved on to the next car.
After a few minutes they found themselves outside on a small platform.
"Strange," mumbled Isis looking up at the sky, "it was morning when we left London yet it seems late evening her. We were traveling over 4 hours."
"Jeez, you think it might be that funny witchcraft that they talk about on TV," teased Darian in her best childlike voice. Isis shot her a sheepish look and drew her attention from the teaming crowd of students to the end of the platform where a giant figure carrying a lamp lumbering toward them.
"Firs' years this way! Firs' years over here," boomed the figure as it came into view. It, he was a very large and hairy man. He was covered in dingy furs and had on large boots.
All the first year students gathered in front of him.
"That must be Hagrid!" Isis thought.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Darian said out loud. Isis jumped , she had momentarily forgotten her sister was there.
"Don't do that!" hissed Isis as she prodded her silent sister.
Before Darian could reply to her sister, Hagrid's voice boomed over the crowd . "A'right. Firs' years follow me. Mind yer step. The path is wet."
"Well…..Do or Die time," whipped Darian for the millionth time that day.
The students started the climb up the slippery hill with great difficulty, but finally made it to the top. In the distance stood Hogwarts. Its towers reached high into the sky. A large enclosure encompassed a large section of land on the grounds. Maybe it was the Quidditch pitch that there mother told them about.
"Holy Sh…….," Darian started to say before her sister's hand clamped over her mouth. All the other students stared in awe at the castle that stood before them.
"No more than four people to a boat.," Hagrid said climbing into the first of the boats that were moored to the shore of the lake in front of them.
The students all climbed into the boats. Once they were all in the boats took off under their own power. Darian and Isis were in a boat with two other students.
"Hi my name's Rainar Von Pinn," said the tiny boy with shot brown hair, sitting across from Darian "and this is......."
"Minya Greenoaken," the bubbly girl next to Isis joyfully rang out. "What's your names?"
"Well, I'm Isis Greymalkin and is my sister Darian," Isis replied.
They finally reached the shore, and disembarked from the boats. They followed Hagrid to a great set of doors, which he opened like they were nothing. There on the other side of the door stood a stern looking woman. She had her slightly graying black hair pulled back in a tight bun. She wore tiny glasses that barely hung on her nose and she was covered almost completely in emerald green. She turned and opened the doors behind her revealing the large entrance hall. The older witch mounted the stairs in front of them and turned.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said in a pleasing manner. I am Professor McGonagall, the head of Griffindor. The sorting ceremony is about to begin. I will return shortly, when we are ready for you." with this she turned around and exited the doors behind her.
Isis and Darian just stood there, taking everything in.
"Wow, I can't believe that we are finally here."
"It's impressive, I wonder where He will be," replied Isis.
"He'll probably be at the sorting ceremony, Mom said it's the big shindig for the school, not counting Halloween and the end of the year celebration," said Darian.
Professor McGongagall finally came back out and beckoned the students into the banquet hall. All the first years looked around in awe. The room was huge, lined with high window. Candles hung in the air above their heads, in the shadow of the enchanted ceiling. There were five long tables decorated with gold. The upperclassmen were already sat at their tables awaiting the first years arrivals. Professor McGongagall ushered the students to the front of the hall, where a single three-legged stool had been set out in front of the teachers table. Both Isis and Darian met many eyes as they passed; hostile, friendly, curious, and disinterested. Isis unfortunately met the eye of an all too familiar face. Bastin glared at the both of them from the Slytherin table. To their dismay the had to pass his table. Mentally Isis warned Darian and they turned to glare back at him. He let Darian pass by with an evil grin but let his leg slip out to trip Isis.
"Ouch," she gasped as she hit the floor. The surrounding crowd had burst out in laughter and then back to their silent conversations. Not ever the one to lead to confrontation, heck Darian did that enough for both of them. Isis turned to glare at Bastin.
"This will be finished, little boy," she hissed as she got up and continued to the front of the hall. Bastin, Isis and Darian all understood. He has gone to far, going after her in such an immature fashion.
Professor McGonagall came to the stool with an old, dilapidated old hat and a scroll.
"All new students please come forward as I call your name." Each student was called and in turn each went to his or her respective fates. Finally it came, "Darian Alexina Greymalkin". Darian walked up the steps toward the stool. As she did she finally got a chance to survey the head table. As she scanned through the brightly dressed teachers her eye finally fell on the one person that she and Isis had been waiting to see. He was staring straight back at Darian. She turned around and sat down, as she did she whispered to her sister's mind. "There he is! At the head table!" By that point the sorting hat was already sitting on her head. It magically sprang to life.
"Table? What's all this about tables?" the hat said questionably.
"Nothing!" Darian said hopping it would believe her lie.
"Nothing! HA!" the hat said as it sat itself firmer on her head. "Ah, that's what you were talking about. Well.......with that fact in mind, where to put you?" The hat frowned in concentration. "Hmmm, you have great skill and strength, but you lack the discipline. You have no restraint, but you do have skill. This is a hard decision."
Darian looked every bit the calm, collected smart ass that she portrayed, but Isis could she through all that, she could see that Darian was scared, and had absolutely no reason to be. Just then the hat finally made it's decision.
"Ah......I'll place you in Griffindor.
McGonagall picked the hat off Darian's head as she walked to the Griffindor table, as the next name was called, "Isis Desidero Greymalkin". She stepped forward and sat down. The hat was placed on her head and once again it frowned in concentration.
"Very interesting. Another one. Definite skill and ability but no obvious strength. You have ambition and discipline.......Hmmm, let me think.......ah yes. Slytherin."
Isis who had been hoping for Griffindor, cursed in her head. Darian answered her, "Chill! It will be okay."
As Isis got up and slowly walked over to her new family she kept transmitting to her sister.
"Easy for you to say, you're not sharing a house with that jackass Bastin," she whined back.
Darian, for once, with no mirth in her mind or expression, stood up and yelled across the room to her sister, "DON'T WORRY, WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT."
With that Isis sat down next to Mina Greenoaken, who had been sorted into Slytherin also.
The last name was soon called "Rainar VonPinn," he was placed in Griffindor and came over to sit next to Darian. After all the students were settled, the head of the school, Professor Dumbledore, stood up.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," he bellowed in a friendly manner, "You have come here to learn the art of magic, but do not misunderstand, it does not matter your rank nor your lineage that will decide your skill and understanding of the arts. You must master them, understand them, and above all respect them. This is the key to all that is intangible. Before we go on to the food I wish to remind you students that the Dark Woods are off limits and Mr. Flich has also asked me to remind you that there is to be no magic in the hallways. And now, feast."
The golden plates erupted with food. All the students gorged themselves on the amazing array of food before them.