Really persistent plot bunny been bothering me so I wrote this to soothe it. Hope you like it.
One would think they could remember something of their life besides a bright flash and the faint remembrance of a book series, apparently I'm an exception. You can ask me what my own name was and I wouldn't know-wait-scratch that I do know it, its Olive. But let's focus on more pressing matters like the fact I'm floating in empty space. No not the final frontier one either the empty suffocating one that makes you want to scream, even though you know no one will here you.
I was very close to that screaming into the darkness point so you can say I was relieved when I saw a bright ball of light. The strange light grew brighter than engulfed me. I blinked a couple of times; I somehow I ended up on the floor of someone's office. Now this wasn't your everyday boring cube office no-you could say the place seemed, well, magical.yah Yah laugh it up but it was true, no lie. I felt empowered, like I was on top of the world. I tried to look around at my surrounding but my neck felt stiff. I could only make out a few silvery objects among other blurry things, yet for some reason they looked familiar. I tried harder and found my whole body moving along for the ride, my mouth dropped open in surprise. In front of me was a large mirror, except I didn't see me in my reflection. Now I know why my brief glance of the office felt familiar somehow. I was in Dumbledore's office.
And I was the Sorting hat.