A/N: Don't kill me please. I don't like Mary-Sue's. Honest.
The students of Hogwarts were currently in the Great Hall, happily eating, and in some cases throwing, their dinner, unaware of what lay outside the doors of the great hall.
"Attention, students." Dumbledore spoke, standing up front.
No one paid any attention and continued eating.
"Tonight, we have a very special and important new arrival, from France."
Some people looked up, others just kept on eating.
"Her name is Anastasia Scarlet Riddle, and she transferred here from Beauxbatons."
Everyone looked up, now anxious to see the new arrival.
Dumbledore gestured to a door, and out stepped a teenage girl, hardly older then fifteen. Her soft, golden blonde hair fell down to her waist, curling slightly at the ends, and her large, enchanting green eyes looked warmly over the room. Her cherry lips formed a smile, her clear and unblemished skin looked nearly angelic.
An eruption of cat calls and wolf whistles came over the hall, jaws dropping on every male, while the girls simply sat back to glare.
"Mademoiselle Riddle, if you will kindly take a seat.." Dumbledore smiled at the girl, holding the sorting hat.
Anastasia nodded, slowly taking a seat, placing her hands in her lap, smoothing down her denim mini skirt which showed off her lovely, smooth legs, while her white tank top showed off her petite figure.
A few thuds were heard as a few males in the front fell off their chairs, earning a kick or a slap from their girlfriends, sisters, and female friends.
Dumbledore moved to place the hat on her head, but it instantly began to shout.
"Gryffindor! Put her in Gryffindor! Don't put me on her, JUST PUT HER IN GRYFFINDOR."
Dumbledore paused but nodded, walking away with the hat as Anastasia made her way down to the table.
She sat herself next in between Hermione and Lavender, Ron and Harry across from her.
"H-h-h-hi.." Ron started off, stuttering slightly.
"Hello!" Anastasia perkily replied, causing Ron's face to go bright red.
For the next ten minutes they all sat in silence, Hermione eventually speaking.
"Ehm..so..Anastasia..tell us about yourself." She spoke, smiling a little.
Anastasia smiled at her, showing off her perfect teeth.
"Well, I'm fifteen years old, I just transferred from Beauxbatons, I live with my aunt because my parents died trying to save me, my favourite color is pink, I love kittens and puppies and make up and reading."
Everyone at the table went silent for few moments.
After a few seconds, a wave of comments began to rush over.
"You poor thing, your parents dying!"
"I love pink too- What nail polish is that?"
"I have a kitten, you should come see him sometime!"
This continued as they, with everyone else in the Great Hall, got up and left too get to the dormitories.