A/N: HELLO EVERYONE! My name is Ella, and I shall be your lovely author for this not-so-original story!
Thank you, Thank you, please, hold the applause. No but seriously, it's kinda rushed, and I know this chapter is kind of short, but keep in mind! This is just the beginning!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. Except for Tessa, she's mine.
The boys had been sitting in the great hall for what seemed like ages. Of course, it had only been a few minutes, but they were beyond hungry, or Sirius was at least. He sighs and rubs at his eyes, trying to keep them open. This past summer had been particularly gruesome, what with ditching his family and being disowned and all that. He just wanted the year to start already, to get immerse himself in his studies and drown out the events of the summer.
Sirius snorted to himself, recalling that last thought.
Immerse myself in my studies! Ha!
He chuckled lightly to himself again, before turning his attention to the front of the room, where the first years' sorting was coming to a much needed close. The boy next to him elbowed him in the ribs as Professor Dumbledore finally stood up to declare that the welcome back feast had begun, a grin on his face. Sirius grinned and elbowed him back, and the boy tried to dodge, causing his glasses to fall slightly lopsided on his face.
Sirius' grin turned into a full bark of laughter as the boy pouted and stuck his tongue out at him, fixing his glasses back with his index finger.
"A little jumpy there, Prongs." He whispered, slinging an arm around his best friend's shoulders, "Are you sure you took your meds this morning?"
James rolled his hazel eyes, shoving Sirius' arm off of him, "Shut up, Padfoot."
"Touchy, too, I see." He muttered back, before finally tuning back into to what the old coot was saying.
"…Transfer student from Beauxbatons Academy for Young Witches. Upon request, she will be sorted here, similarly to how a first year would be, before joining the sixth year class of whatever house she is placed into. Please welcome, students of Hogwarts, Ms. Tessa Malfoy."
Across from him, a sandy haired boy known as Remus Lupin leaned forward, "I didn't know Malfoy had a sister."
Sirius' eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "As far as I know, he doesn't." The three boys looked up as the giant doors of the great hall eased open. Sirius' eyes widened in shock, because the girl who had walked in was so very obviously a Malfoy. Her white blonde hair ended in the middle of her back, curled slightly in loose ringlets. Side bangs covered her left eye, and a black headband was placed neatly on her head. She walked the same way he did, back straight, chin up, the walk of a noble pureblood, all the way to the stool at the front of the room.
His eyes drifted away from the girl, towards the Slytherin table, where Lucius Malfoy looked like he might have a conniption at any given moment.
"He looks pissed." Sirius said to Remus, nodding in the direction of the older boy. Remus nodded in agreement, turning back to the girl at the front of the room, who now had the sorting hat on her head.
The room was silent as her lips moved inaudibly, seemingly having a conversation with the hat. Sirius' stomach grumbled, when, ten minutes later, she was still up there. He rolled his eyes, thinking that she was just another bloody Malfoy, she was part of a family that practically owned the Snake house of Hogwarts.
"Can someone say hat stall?" He said loudly, and the Great Hall erupted into snickers and giggles, even the first years smiled a bit, glad to have the attention off of them. She didn't seem nervous up there, but that wasn't surprising at all. Her mouth had even twitched up at the corners in response to Sirius' little outburst.
He could feel Lucius Malfoy's burning glare on his face, but he didn't make eye contact.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat suddenly shouted, his voice ringing clearly through the hall. And the Gryffindor house, despite their issues with the older Malfoy, erupted into polite yet restrained cheers. The girl grinned and hopped off of the stool, walking quickly toward the Gryffindor table. Before she was even near it, however, her brother popped up from his seat, forcefully grabbing her arm, all but dragging her toward the doors.
Strangely, she didn't even seem to mind. She smiled and waved at her fellow Gryffindors, blowing kisses as she was hauled away.