People surrounded me. They pressed against the sides of my body. There was nowhere to run. No way to leave. "Angy!" I cried. I needed to find her, I needed to go with her to the great hall. I needed someone by my side who I wouldn't feel uncomfortable with. Just like she was there when we both received our letters to Hogwarts. It was unbelievable, both of us had gone to school together since we were in third grade, and somehow we were both witches. Her mom called it fate, mine called it God being his good self.
And yes, my family is Christian and let me go to a magic school. My parents wanted me to be with Angy, since she was the only kid I was comfortable around.
"Alice! Alice!" Angy must not be able to find me. I leaned forward and waved, she somehow squeezed right by my side. I heard some kids talking about what house they would be in, and how they hoped to get Gryffindor just like Harry Potter, whoever that was. One girl retorted that she should be in Ravenclaw, since she was as smart as can be. The boy next to her said she would probably get Slytherin, since she was so stuck-up and mean. "What are they talking about?" I whispered to Angy. "The houses your sorted into, each one represents something, and everyone hates Slytherin. I heard that their evil, the lot of them." She answered. Angy, unlike me, had lived in England her whole life, but I clung to my American accent and slang. Suddenly I saw an stern, elderly woman enter the hallway we were in. She stared to give a speech, welcoming us and talking about a great ceremony. She left after, and then a pale, shining figure emerged from the wall followed by many others. "Ghosts!" Angy gasped. Other said the same thing. I took a moment to take it all in, and slightly heard what the ghosts were saying. I wasn't paying attention.
The elderly woman, who called herself Professor McGongall, escorted us in. I gulped, then I saw the crowded long tables and the stool at the front that held a dusty old hat. The Sorting Ceremony was about to start.