Sam Javors
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Here's the second chapter where we finally get to the HP characters! Yay!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowlings
Chapter 2: Sam Gets Sorted
Sam Javors was listening to Jimmy Grant, a college guy who used to be low brass section leader and euphonium in high school, talk about himself again. She was smiling and trying to act like she actually enjoyed listening to him talk about how his eyes shined like his euphonium does when he polishes it for three hours. In all actuality, she was hoping that she could escape this. Soon. NOW!
Suddenly, Jimmy had a harelip and the fissure was really disgusting Sam out, and suddenly bright white light came in from his harelip and she disappeared into it. She threw up before passing out.
When she woke up, she was in a large room with many people inside of it. She was in a line, a line waiting for....a hat to be put upon you so it could yell a word...she looked closely to see a blonde girl putting the hat on and the hat shouting, 'SLYTHERIN!' Everyone was dressed in robes, even she. She stood there stunned, looking at the strange looking people.
"Hurry up and move along!" said a very small looking boy behind her.
"Oh...uh....sorry," she said and moved ahead, quavering with each step.
Soon it was her turn to try on the hat, and an old looking lady smiled kindly upon her. The lady made a loud announcement that Sam was a transfer student from a muggle school, and that they regretted looking past her magical ability. She was to be a fifth year student at this Hogwarts school....she tried the hat on.
"Hm...a fifth year student! How strange. You have muggle parents, you play the flute, and you don't know anything about this school or why you're here," the hat seemed to say to her.
"Why am I trying you on? Why are you talking to me? Am I going insane?" she screamed in her mind.
"Heehee....well, I'm a sorting hat. Four very powerful witches and wizards started this school and you will be placed into one of their houses for the educational terms you serve here. And no, you are not going insane," the hat answered.
"But...how did I get here?" she asked, bewildered.
"Beats me, but since you're here I'll put you in....GRYFFINDOR!"
Immediately the hat was removed from her head and she heard clapping from a table in the middle of the room. She smiled weakly, not knowing what to do next, and the lady indicated that she should sit at the cheering Gryffindor table. She tried not to look nervous and sat down next to a few kids who looked her age.
She was sitting nervously at the table, when she suddenly heard a very familiar name being called out.
"HARRY POTTER!"
'WTF?!' thought Sam, "What the heck am I doing....is this real? I think I'm dreaming....Harry Potter....that's not real....I know nothing of Harry Potter and yet here I am in the Harry Potter world. Man, I KNEW I should've seen the movie and read the book, but I was too busy practicing and having a life! How did I get here?'
She was so oblivious to her surroundings that she didn't see the many kids trying to say hello to her until there was a tap on her shoulder. Her thoughts finally broken, she looked up to see a group of students looking at her. The one who tapped her was a pretty girl with light hair.
"Hello, I'm Katie Bell. I'm in your year, and we're roommates along with Alicia, Angelina, and Idina Chenoweth (heehee, anyone see 'Wicked'?) Alicia, Angelina, and I are on the Qudditch team, and Idina, you'll meet her later, is in Band."
"Band?" Sam questioned, "There's a Band here?"
"Yeah, it's really small right now. A Hufflepuff teacher, Professor Something started it. So you play anything in it?"
"Um....yeah....I play the flute and piccolo, and I also played some mellophone," Sam informed them, "Query....what's Quidditch?"
The people at the table looked very frightened, and a boy sat shocked at her. He looked ready to kill someone.
"What's Quidditch?" he asked very quietly, and then louder, "What's Quidditch? WHAT'S QUIDDITCH?! YOU'RE A FIFTH YEAR STUDENT AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT QUIDDITCH IS?! HOW DARE YOU?!"
Sam sat there stunned, and looked at the boy....the rather very hot boy, yelling at her.
"I bet you have muggle parents, right?" Alicia asked.
"Uh...yeah, sure," she agreed, "What are muggles?"
The boy smacked himself in frustration.
"Ignore him. He's Oliver Wood, and he's the Quidditch caption. He gets insane about it, so don't pay him any heed. Muggles are non-magical people," Angelina explained.
"Oh, then, yeah, I do have muggle parents," Sam said, noting to herself that the word muggle was kind of strange. In fact, this whole situation was strange!
After the big and delicious feast, where her friends explained the way things worked here, Sam felt bloated from all the good food and knowledge of the new world she would have to play a part in until she could find a way home.
As she stood up she felt someone staring at her, and she turned around to see a boy who looked exactly like Mitchell Schaffer, a trombone player in her band.
"MITCHELL! Hey, so you're here too?" she said, relieved that she wasn't alone.
"No," the boy said disgusted, "I'm Draco Malfoy. How dare you say that to me?"
He walked off angrily, and a crowd of fellow friends followed him.
To her puzzled face, Alicia said, "That's some first year Slytherin. Bet he was going to hit on you before you said he was Mitchell or whoever." She laughed.
"Ew, you have eleven year olds hitting on you!" Katie giggled, as Sam almost gagged from the thought. Mitchell was a freshman in her band, and that weird kid was a first year or whatever. The thought that he was hitting on her made her want to vomit a new color out.
Soon they led her to the dorms, through a painting....which Sam thought awfully peculiar. She was very frightened by the labyrinth of the school, but she decided not to show it. She was led into a beautiful lobby of some sort, and then through that to the dorms. Remembering what band camp was like her freshman year, how excited she was to see the dorms at North Georgia State and University (a military college), she stood with bated breath at the entrance before being pulled away by her new friends.
A/N: Haha, sorry if it's so boring, but it'll pick up! I hope you liked it so far, and I hope Sam doesn't kill me, or that Mitchell somehow reads this!
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Here's the second chapter where we finally get to the HP characters! Yay!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowlings
Chapter 2: Sam Gets Sorted
Sam Javors was listening to Jimmy Grant, a college guy who used to be low brass section leader and euphonium in high school, talk about himself again. She was smiling and trying to act like she actually enjoyed listening to him talk about how his eyes shined like his euphonium does when he polishes it for three hours. In all actuality, she was hoping that she could escape this. Soon. NOW!
Suddenly, Jimmy had a harelip and the fissure was really disgusting Sam out, and suddenly bright white light came in from his harelip and she disappeared into it. She threw up before passing out.
When she woke up, she was in a large room with many people inside of it. She was in a line, a line waiting for....a hat to be put upon you so it could yell a word...she looked closely to see a blonde girl putting the hat on and the hat shouting, 'SLYTHERIN!' Everyone was dressed in robes, even she. She stood there stunned, looking at the strange looking people.
"Hurry up and move along!" said a very small looking boy behind her.
"Oh...uh....sorry," she said and moved ahead, quavering with each step.
Soon it was her turn to try on the hat, and an old looking lady smiled kindly upon her. The lady made a loud announcement that Sam was a transfer student from a muggle school, and that they regretted looking past her magical ability. She was to be a fifth year student at this Hogwarts school....she tried the hat on.
"Hm...a fifth year student! How strange. You have muggle parents, you play the flute, and you don't know anything about this school or why you're here," the hat seemed to say to her.
"Why am I trying you on? Why are you talking to me? Am I going insane?" she screamed in her mind.
"Heehee....well, I'm a sorting hat. Four very powerful witches and wizards started this school and you will be placed into one of their houses for the educational terms you serve here. And no, you are not going insane," the hat answered.
"But...how did I get here?" she asked, bewildered.
"Beats me, but since you're here I'll put you in....GRYFFINDOR!"
Immediately the hat was removed from her head and she heard clapping from a table in the middle of the room. She smiled weakly, not knowing what to do next, and the lady indicated that she should sit at the cheering Gryffindor table. She tried not to look nervous and sat down next to a few kids who looked her age.
She was sitting nervously at the table, when she suddenly heard a very familiar name being called out.
"HARRY POTTER!"
'WTF?!' thought Sam, "What the heck am I doing....is this real? I think I'm dreaming....Harry Potter....that's not real....I know nothing of Harry Potter and yet here I am in the Harry Potter world. Man, I KNEW I should've seen the movie and read the book, but I was too busy practicing and having a life! How did I get here?'
She was so oblivious to her surroundings that she didn't see the many kids trying to say hello to her until there was a tap on her shoulder. Her thoughts finally broken, she looked up to see a group of students looking at her. The one who tapped her was a pretty girl with light hair.
"Hello, I'm Katie Bell. I'm in your year, and we're roommates along with Alicia, Angelina, and Idina Chenoweth (heehee, anyone see 'Wicked'?) Alicia, Angelina, and I are on the Qudditch team, and Idina, you'll meet her later, is in Band."
"Band?" Sam questioned, "There's a Band here?"
"Yeah, it's really small right now. A Hufflepuff teacher, Professor Something started it. So you play anything in it?"
"Um....yeah....I play the flute and piccolo, and I also played some mellophone," Sam informed them, "Query....what's Quidditch?"
The people at the table looked very frightened, and a boy sat shocked at her. He looked ready to kill someone.
"What's Quidditch?" he asked very quietly, and then louder, "What's Quidditch? WHAT'S QUIDDITCH?! YOU'RE A FIFTH YEAR STUDENT AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT QUIDDITCH IS?! HOW DARE YOU?!"
Sam sat there stunned, and looked at the boy....the rather very hot boy, yelling at her.
"I bet you have muggle parents, right?" Alicia asked.
"Uh...yeah, sure," she agreed, "What are muggles?"
The boy smacked himself in frustration.
"Ignore him. He's Oliver Wood, and he's the Quidditch caption. He gets insane about it, so don't pay him any heed. Muggles are non-magical people," Angelina explained.
"Oh, then, yeah, I do have muggle parents," Sam said, noting to herself that the word muggle was kind of strange. In fact, this whole situation was strange!
After the big and delicious feast, where her friends explained the way things worked here, Sam felt bloated from all the good food and knowledge of the new world she would have to play a part in until she could find a way home.
As she stood up she felt someone staring at her, and she turned around to see a boy who looked exactly like Mitchell Schaffer, a trombone player in her band.
"MITCHELL! Hey, so you're here too?" she said, relieved that she wasn't alone.
"No," the boy said disgusted, "I'm Draco Malfoy. How dare you say that to me?"
He walked off angrily, and a crowd of fellow friends followed him.
To her puzzled face, Alicia said, "That's some first year Slytherin. Bet he was going to hit on you before you said he was Mitchell or whoever." She laughed.
"Ew, you have eleven year olds hitting on you!" Katie giggled, as Sam almost gagged from the thought. Mitchell was a freshman in her band, and that weird kid was a first year or whatever. The thought that he was hitting on her made her want to vomit a new color out.
Soon they led her to the dorms, through a painting....which Sam thought awfully peculiar. She was very frightened by the labyrinth of the school, but she decided not to show it. She was led into a beautiful lobby of some sort, and then through that to the dorms. Remembering what band camp was like her freshman year, how excited she was to see the dorms at North Georgia State and University (a military college), she stood with bated breath at the entrance before being pulled away by her new friends.
A/N: Haha, sorry if it's so boring, but it'll pick up! I hope you liked it so far, and I hope Sam doesn't kill me, or that Mitchell somehow reads this!
