DISCLAIMEY: I DONT OWNIT
It was a dark and stormy night. Harry Potter was in the great hall eating dinner, wondering why it was so stormy for the past three weeks. Suddenly, a girl appeared in the middle of the hall. She said, "Hi my name is Jasmine Sierra Idessa Cyclone Stradivarius. Would it be possible for me to go to school here?" Dumbledore stood up and told everyone to stop talking. He told the girl that she would have to be sorted by the sorting hat first. Harry noticed how her eyes seemed like deep pools that would be quite easy to drown in. Wouldn't be a bad way to go, he mused. Her hair was a deep blue color with neon green streaks in it, and it curled all the way down to about 2 inches above her waist. Harry thought that when she spoke, it sounded like a violinist bowing a string, and that she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. When she sat on the stool, he noticed that beneath her robes, she was wearing an outfit similar to what native americans wore, but the deerskin was all white and any feathers were blue. The hat shouted,
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