The New Student
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter but Liz belongs to me!! Shes mine all alone! (gosh how pathetic...)
Chapter 1
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the great hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is ... very important... family..."
I was draining out the monotone, tense voice of the old witch in front of me and glanced around. Arghhh!! I hate my life... Honestly, this is so ridiculous. Spread all around me, moaning and complaining about how hungry they were, or how the temperature in the entrance hall didn't suite them, were a bunch of eleven year olds staring at McGonagall or me.
We were about to get sorted. Don't get me wrong, I'm not eleven. I'm a little older than that. Hence, the staring. In fact I'm a lot older. Seventeen to be exact. And simply because my mother decided that the job my father had had in Canada wasn't good enough to support her shopping habits anymore, my father had to look for a better paid one.
Although I was perfectly content at the 'Toronto Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry' where I could have stayed (TIWW is a boarding school), my mom had decided that in the past 17 years of my life she hasn't made my life miserable enough for her to be content.
And that brings me here, into the entrance hall of the 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' in England. How exiting. Not. The official explanation is that my mother can't possibly bear having her only child so far away from her. Yeah right. She made it perfectly clear to me just last night that she is just forced to keep up family appearances. Stupid mudblood. I always do tell my father he should have married a pureblood witch. If it weren't for my father's stupidity I could be sorted into Slytherin where I belong but nooo... He couldn't possibly do me that one favor could he...
Anyway, speaking of Slytherin and old bats, McGonagall finally shut her trap and we were being led into the great hall. Just like I expected everyone was staring at me without any reserve and the whole hall broke out into mumbles, and giggles. As I walked past the table of which I assumed it belonged to the Gryfindorks (I think all the red and gold gave it away) I heard a very disturbing comment:
"bloody hell, look at the blond chick, do you think she uses growing hormones? She is a the hugest 11 year old I have ever seen!! And look at those tits!", followed by a scolding:
"keep your voice down! You're so rude... anyway she is obviously not 11. And am I honestly the only person who listens to Dumbledore's speech? He said this year there is a transfer student from Canada."
I looked over and saw a tall lanky boy sitting on the bench, with bright red hair, freckles, and a blush that rivaled the color of the bush on his head he called hair. He wore hand-me-down robes and looked at me cheekily. Obviously a Weasley. And judging from his bushy haired companion, it was Ronald. Ohh, how cute, the golden trio. It was still beyond me how he wasn't sorted into Hufflepuff.
"LIZ DOUCHE!" I looked up and saw McGonagall looking at me sternly. It was obviously not the first time she called my name. Gosh, could this become anymore embarrassing?? Obviously it could. It was my time to get sorted. I averted my gaze from pothead Potter and made my way towards the sorting hat.