Victoire stood before the doors of where she grew up, spent her childhood roaming. She had done so much here; gotten her first friend, her first kiss, her first boyfriend. It was where she belonged, it was her home away from home. The Head Girl sighed and heaved open the doors, walking backwards to lead in the seond, third, forth, and fifth years.
"Stairways change, let's get a move on. First floor, second hallway to the right is off limits for the time being, due to damage in the bathroom. Yeah, don't ask. And as all of you should know by now, forbidden forest is, in fact, forbidden. But Professor Mcgonagall will inform you of these things momentarily. Right after the sorting." She finished, waving them in the right direction. There were groans of disapproval, mixed in with the starved growling of empty stomachs. She put a dainty hand to her own with the arm not used for pointing as it growled, quite loudly. She may have her mother's overall fair looks, but she sure did get Uncle Ron's appetite, she thought with a smile. As the last of them entered, she and the head boy, Seamus Finnigan Jr, sat at their home table, Ravenclaw. She waved enthusiastically to her cousins in the group, picking them out as all of the first years entered, all looking more nervous than she had ever seen.
"Let's get this over with." Muttered Mcgonagall, though she was beaming proudly at her students.
"Astair, Herold." She called, and the whole hall, with the exception of Victoire, watched in awe as the boy walked fearlessly up to the stool and sat, awaiting judgement calmly. In a way, he reminded her of herself on her first day.
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Victoire Weasely emerged from the doorway of the Hogwarts Express, green and sickly from the long ride. The second she was out of the doors, she ran to the side of the cobble stoned path and spilled her guts. Everyone stared at her as they passed, but nobody stopped. She thought about calling Teddy, her elder by one year, but he was already gone by the time she had gotten off. At last, after a few minutes of scared crying, a girl, another first year, approached her, holding her course blonde hair back in a pony tail on the back of her head.
"Yer alright now?" she asked in a thick country twang. Victoire nodded, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her robes.
"I'm Melanie, nice to meet ya." She introduced.
"Victoire." She held her hand out for the girl, but she only laughed and pulled her into a hug, tight.
"Pretty name. now, why don't we catch up to the rest of the group now?" she asked. Victoire resonded with a nod of agreement and a smile, abd they walked, side by side, to the other group. Unfortunately, they didn't get to the boats. They went the other way, to the carriages, and climbe right into one.
Once safely in the castle, a prefect ran up to them in hysterics.
"Where were you? Why didn't you come with the rest of the first years?" he asked them. they looked at him, then looked at each other. Once more at him. Once more to eachother. And started cracking up. He just shook his head in shock and pulled them both into the great hall, where their laughter was caught by the rest of the students. As it died down, the sorting started.
"Astair, Peeta."
A scrawny looking blonde approached the stand. He strongly resembled a ferret, she noted with a giggle, which was soon shared with Melanie as she told her new friend with a sly grin.
Soon, it came to be her turn.
"Weasely, Victoire." Melanie gasped.
"You're a Weasely?" she asked in surprise. I nodded, smiling at her.
She went back to smiling reassuringly at me as I walked up to the stand with confidence that I didn't know was in me. I plopped down and pulled the hat onto my head, resting it so that my whole face was seen.
"a weasely, eh. But you are not like the rest. No, you are wise, not ust loyal. Alright, yes, of course. I know." It said. She braced herself for Gryffindor, hoping, but it was to no avail.
"Ravenclaw." It announced calm;y, and she glided over to her table.
"Welsh, Melanie." Her friend went up, frowning thoughtfully. It had but to touch a hair on her head before announcing enthusiastically "A RAVENCLAW!" she skipped over to Victoire, hugging her again. How good to know someone there, she thought.
