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A booming voice awakened the halls of Hogwarts,
A new year had begun.
England stumbled nervously into a hall full of curious eyes. Sitting at four long dark dining tables, were rows of students sitting on dark wooden chairs with long, grey tinged cloaks on. In front of the students, were shining goblets, gleaming saucers and plates. Above them were Enchanting and glowing candles that were floating. They bobbled or dotted around slowly over their heads.
Following closely, yet behind two people from the only person he knew,
America.
"Q-Quit w-walking so sl-slow" England (Arthur) spoke in a stuttered hiss aimed at America (Alfred)
His bright green eyes were glancing over the dark aligned tables from under his blond fringe, then to the hundreds of students looking at him, finally resting on the old, 'frail' looking wizard at the front. The aged wizard looked as if he could just simply be blow away in the wind.
As Arthur thought this, Alfred accidentally bumped into a short-ish girl in front of him with thick, long light brown hair. She turned around and attempted a glare, but was too nervous to make anything of it.
She turned back around.
Alfred shrugged, and kept walking, his blonde cow-lick in the middle of his forehead was bobbing high in the air, standing out unusually in an anti-gravity like way, amidst the dark dull grey of his robes resting on his shoulders.
Arthur sighed- This will be a very…fascinating year, He thought as he caught a glimpse of a twinkle in the man-at-the-front's eye.
He twitched and nervously clasped a small tea-cup shard in his robe's pocket. The shard was the one thing from home that he could take around without anyone seeing. It was a treasured possession.
Further back in the line:
Romano (Lovino) was grumbling about being dragged here by Spain (Antonio), and then to make matters worse, he was put right next to his brother.
Italy (Feliciano).
"I sure hope this place serves pasta! ~Vee!"
"Shut Up Feliciano!" Romano hissed.
Italy gave him a crestfallen look, then quickly got distracted again as he turned and started waving to all of the older students sitting and watching attentively around them.
"That only lasted about two seconds." Romano thought gravely
"Ciao! Ciao ciao! Ciao-o-!-!"
Romano had been so quick to clasp his hand on Italy's mouth that he had fainted of shock. Italy lay limp in Romano's arms.
"Great. Germany is going to kill me, and now I have to drag him the rest of the way." Romano sighed. It had been a really long day, with the train-ride and everything. He grudgingly lifted up an "Italy" onto his back. "You Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot." Romano muttered, as he walked slowly on, annoyed.
The Old Wizard began to speak again and the entire hall fell into an immediate hush following it.
"Welcome, again!" The 'frail' wizard began smoothly, in such a volume that surprised all of the first years immensely.
"To another year at Hogwarts!"
The words echoed off the walls for a bit, before an Ill-attempted applause rang around the room. Everyone was tired and hungry. The Old wizard must have noticed this, as he added:
"And now, hold your stomachs a little longer, for now the sorting must begin."
But those words did have an impact, as the attention of the restless students sharpened and focused on the first years, a strange crooked wizard's hat was being carried across the hall by another old-ish looking woman, although her voice sounded stern, sharp and professional.
"First years, come up when I call your name." The Old-ish woman indicated to a small stool beside her, with another, surprising amount of energy. She gently drew out a scroll from her emerald-green robes, and unrolled it a little to reveal the first name.
The first person to be called out was "Aarossn, Kylie".
Arthur watched eagerly as the aged woman placed the overly large brown, worn, pointed hat on the young girl's head.
Silence followed.
"GRIFFENDOR!" the hat bellowed, making Kylie, and all of the other first years jump.
"It can TALK?" Alfred exclaimed, puzzled and muffled by a sudden applause.
Bursting applause and clapping exploded from a single table, they were all grinning and cheering merrily.
Italy woke/came back, Startled.
"Thank goodness" Romano huffed tiredly.
England shook his head, regaining focus, America was left in a daze.
The Old witch then shooed the startled girl off the step, and called yet another name. The girl stumbled over to the "Gryffindor" table and sat down. She beamed clumsily at everyone.
"Hey, Iggy! IGGY!"
England blinked and spun in a circle to see who was calling him; with his robes rustling around him. His Bright green eyes found America again.
"What is it?" England spoke in a hissed whisper, as the hall had become silent again.
"What's 'her' Name?" America asked quietly yet curiously back, while pointing a pale finger at the old lady at the front.
"Didn't you hear her, in the room before this?" England teased, his many eyebrow's raised.
"No, but I'm not deaf!
England 'Tsk-ed' softly, but loud enough for America to hear.
"Professor McGonagall, idiot."
"Oh," "-"
Their conversation had to end abruptly, as Professor McGonagall had suddenly called out a familiar name.
"Hey!" America exclaimed out-loud.
"How come -! -!" Today was obviously not the day for finishing sentences. The words echoed across the hall before Arthur had shushed him.
"Brainless git." He mumbled to himself.
The Name that Professor McGonagall had called out then was "Adran, Sadik"
Arthur knew, and more obviously America too,
That they were not the only countries there.
"Turkey… is here..?" Alfred mouthed to Arthur, moments later.
England gave a Swift, knowing nod.
A.N:
Hey guys, I hope that you enjoyed reading the first chapter, (if not, sorry...)
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