"Stop it! I'm getting so, so sick of that. Petreficus Totalus!" With that and a soft laughter, Lily Evans sat back on the seat and took out a muggle book to read. Little Women, the book title read. Meanwhile, all around her was laughter.
"You deserved it James, fancy calling her names just because she's a muggle. Since when did you start looking down on muggles anyway?" Sirius Black asked James Potter after a long series of uncontrollable laughter.
"Yeah, what makes you think she wouldn't know some nice hex for people who decide to pick on her?" Sarcasm was obvious in what Remus Lupin said.
"Hey! I did NOT pick on her because she was a muggle. Wait, what did I just say! Pick on her? I did not do that! I was but just admiring that lovely length of hair upon her head, that's picking on her!" James Potter's confused reply came. "And will someone get the anti-spell for this hex?"
"BOYS! Quiet please, thank you." When they abide in fear of more hexes, and a squeak escaped from the mouth of Peter Pettigrew, a tag-along.
"First years, over here!" A small but stern looking man shouted over. The first years that have just arrived swarmed towards him, not one knew what were they suppose to do, what is better than following instructions? Three resonance loud knocks on the magnificently decorated door brought the first-years to a teacher, Minerva Mcgonagall, who looked like the typical discipline mistress one might find in today's muggle schools.
"The sorting will begin in a few moments, wait here patiently till I return to lead you to the Great Hall, meanwhile, please tidy yourselves up." She pointedly looked at James' unruly mope of hair with a glare that spoke volumes of disapproval.
Professor Mcgonagall soon returned and brought them out to the Great Hall amidst the whispers of fear. When they went out to the hall, an old and tattered hat was on a low stool. Most students thought that was that what they needed to fight, and a mix of relief and fear could be heard. They got a shock when the hat ripped open, and started to sing. (Authors note: I am not good at writing poems, so I skipped this part) It turned out all they had to do was to put on that hat and it would sort them into their houses, the sigh of relief was clearly audible.
Mcgonagall started calling out names from a piece of long parchment that has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Acret, Gwendoline became the first Gryffindor, while Adept, Sollery became the first Ravenclaw. Soon everyone was sorted into his or her respective houses. Lily, James, Sirius and Remus all became Gryffindors while Peter became a Slytherin. James, Sirius and Remus were shocked that Peter went to Slytherin and could not understand why the hat had done so, Peter had none of the cunningness and ambitiousness needed to be in that house. However, they did not really mind for certain and obvious reasons.
After the most amazing feast few had experienced before, they went to their respective towers. Son after the blue lady of the portrait opened up at "igglewig", all went to their dormitories and washed up, all were fast asleep after all the excitement of the day.