A.N. Hey. This is my first story on FanFiction, but I am not gonna tell you to be easy on me but my keyboard is a little sticky so please be kind if there is no space in between a word. Thanks. I hope you like my story. Enjoy!
Hermione Granger had a good feeling about her second term of her seventh year at Hogwarts, as she walked in the Great Hall. Just fresh off of the Hogwarts express from Christmas break, she noticed something odd about the atmosphere. Sure, it had the normal back to school chatter, with friends exchanging what interesting things they did over break, but there were weary glances shot towards the professors' table almost every two seconds. As she approached the Gryffindor table she saw her two closest friends, Harry and Ron, waving, beckoning for her to come and sit by them. Once she reached them, she sat down right in front of them and started talking about her skiing trip to Aspen, and how beautiful it was. It was once Hermione got into the basics of skiing that Ron let his eyes survey the room they were in. When it hit the professors' table he interrupted Hermione's rant about stereotypes, and how the Americans aren't rude, blurting out, "Why is the sorting hat out?"
At this Hermione and Harry looked towards where the hat is placed in the beginning of the year and indeed saw the tattered hat, placed proud and tall at the foot of the professors' table. Now deeply intrigued by the mystery she sat and waited for professor McGonagall to explain upon the hat and why it is out.
After waiting for not even a minute four sharply dressed students were walking through the entrance of the great hall, in a single file line, marching in unison, heavy stomping replaced by soft clicking of heels against the hard floor. Sitting where the teenagers' breast pocket would have been on their navy blue blazer was an of an eagle, with it's wing spread wide, and sewn into the eagles wings were the initials A.W.S..
Once they were at a complete stop in front of professor McGonagall, Hermione closely inspected each intruder. At the head of the line was a tall defined statue, lumbering over the other three. He was a pale, blond, blue eyed teenager that looked more like a man. She classified him as a rugged handsome; for his nose was too large and hands too calloused to be considered aristocratic.
Behind the rugged handsome boy was a charming looking fellow that had a cheeky grin plastered on his face. The copper haired boy had peculiar hair, for it was pointed up with a healthy amount of what looked like hair gel. His round nose seemed to be splattered with very, very faint freckles. He looked like a charmer when it came to the ladies and he seemed to like the change in menu.
At the heels of the charmer came a petite girl with, brown, billowing hair, that girls went green with envy for. Her green eyes looked dull with exhaustion, but managed to give a gleam of excitement that made her pale face even paler. From her fragile limbs, round face and button nose, she looked like the definition of innocence.
Last in the parade was a raven haired chick that had a demeanor that screamed rebellion. Maybe it was the way she carried herself or the glint in her eye that looked like she was ready to take on the world, but it was there, in Hermione's mind. She was by far taller than the girl in front of her and outranked the brown haired boy by at least two centimeters. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail that ended just beyond her shoulder. She scanned the room once, raking her eyes along the student, she paused at the Slytherin table to give an appreciative glance then went back on course, stopping at Hermione she gave a defiant smirk and let her eyes trail back forwards.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and at once all the chatter was dispelled. She started talking when some whispers faded out, "Welcome back for another term. Hope you all had a marvelous break. Now we have been honored with the delight of housing four students from the American Wizarding School for the rest of the year. Now when I call your name please come up, Auclaire, Pierre."
The rugged handsome boy walked briskly to the stool and sat down. The hat was soon placed upon his head resting above his brow. Faint giggles were coming from the back of the line. The two committers had their mouths covered with their hands and the rugged handsome rolled his eyes in a dramatic matter as if he knew exactly what they were laughing about. For around thirty seconds the hat stood silent then with its ancient booming voice the hat bellowed, "Ravenclaw!"
All the houses clapped respectfully as he did a speed walk to the Ravenclaw table, and the females of Ravenclaw had clapped and cheered the loudest, apparently they had come to the same conclusion about his appearance as Hermione had.
McGonagall in a clipped manner spoke after the clapping was finished, "Lee, Dexter."
The next boy walked with a slow gait to the stool and sat down and placed the hat on his head. Mere seconds after it touched his head it yelled, "Hufflepuff!"
With his cocky mask he walked his 'victory lap' to the Hufflepuff table with the cheers being mixed in with laughter. Once the noise died down, McGonagall said in that same clipped tone, "Liotha, Elizabeth."
The little girl did a skip toward the stool, hopped on and the hat plopped on top of her head, falling below her eyes, brushing the tip of her nose. The fraying hat contemplated for a long time for what felt like an eternity but for what's only been around two minutes, then it decided, "Slytherin!"
The girl hopped off with ease and started her skip back up. The corresponding table clapped in acceptance, but the other three clapped much more slowly and softly. Once the limited clapping halted McGonagall said the last name, "Mautz, Leah."
The girl walked with a purpose towards the stool, sat down with grace and had the hat deposited on her skull. After a minute the hat yelled, "Gryffindor!" She pranced to the Gryffindor table, receiving the most amount of claps with the loud cheering from all around the tables, sans Slytherin.
McGonagall stood up at the podium at the front, and said her final pieces of advice to the young crowd and the feast began. Leah sat between Hermione and Neville and once McGonagall stopped talking she started inquiring Neville about the castle, the classes, and the activities. Hermione was interested about this girl. "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger, and yours I presume is Leah? " She asked.
"Why yes, it is, nice to meet you." Leah said, confusion peppering her voice.
"Great. What do you think of Hogwarts so far?"
"I think it's great. Now if you excuse me I have somebody to talk to." and with that she stood up looked around and walked over to the Slytherin table.
"And you said Americans aren't rude." Ron bellowed out as soon as he thought the girl was out of hearing range.
AN I absolutely HATE the Sorting Chapter. It was so hard to write, and not sound cheesy.