Good thing Adam didn't come into King's Cross with me; he would have been freaked when he saw me go through the wall at Platform 9 and ¾. I thought as I sat on the Hogwarts Express. I could just imagine him saying "oh, Juliette, I know how much you were looking forward to going to this school, but how can you possibly get there? There's no platform 9 and ¾. You'll just have to go to that public school I suggested earlier." Eesh. Who knows what the pervert would have done with me.
I'm so excited to see Hogwarts, at Beauxbatons, my old school, the teens who went there for the Triwizard Tournament always talked about the delicious food and the old-ness feeling you got when walking through the corridors.
"Oh, hello, mind if I sit here for a moment?" A pretty girl with long, straight dark red hair asks.
"No, it's fine." I reply. I turn myself so I don't have to watch her stare at me.
"Thanks, being a prefect is crazy." She sits down across me and gives me a quizzical stare. "Uh, I'm sorry, but you don't look familiar. Do I know you?" She asks hesitantly.
That's right, no one knows who you are, you're the new girl. Well might as well get the introductions out of the way. "I'm new to the school. My name's Juliette. Juliette Kessler."
Surprisingly, she doesn't react in the normal way. Most people drop their jaws, scoot back, and look towards the door as if I'm contaminated. Ha, I practically am. What the girl does do though is say "wow, I've always been interested in you- oh. I probably shouldn't say that, you probably think I'm so weird now."
"No. No, actually I'm shocked. Most people look rather frightened." I said.
"Well, you must be used to it now. Everyone knows who are" She says bluntly.
"I'm not that well known. I think Harry Potter still tops me." Everyone knows Harry; he's practically the Wizard God.
"Harry Potter is my uncle, I'm Rose Weasly."
Now it is my turn to be shocked. This girl actually knows Harry Potter, the one adult that is just like me, well known for something he had no control over.
"Oh my. That's so- so cool." I said.
"I guess" she mumbles, "Anyway; I should probably get back to my prefect duties. We will probably be arriving soon so it might be a good idea to put your robes on. I'll see you at the feast. Hmm, that reminds me, I wonder how they'll sort you. I wonder…" And with that she walks out of the compartment.
I wonder what she meant by sorted… it doesn't sound too bad. I didn't overhear anyone talking about being sorted…
The train gave a giant lurch which woke me from my stupor. I got up and decided i would put my robes on…
Once I departed from the train, a giant of a man was going against the crowd calling for first years. As I was walking past, he grabbed a hold of my arm and nearly knocked me down.
"Whoops, sorry. You're Juliette Kessler righ'?" he asks.
"Uh yeah that's me." I reply. I look around and see people eyeing me as if I'm an animal in a cage.
"Good good. You'll be comin' with me and the firs' years. I'm Hagrid by the way."
"Great." I said sarcastically. I'm going to be with a bunch of ten year olds. What a better way to draw attention to myself.
After Hagrid rounded up all the first years, we walked down to the lake and we got our first good look at Hogwarts castle.
The castle itself was beautiful. It is set up on mountains so it seemed whenever you looked out a window, you would have a breathtaking view of either the lake or more mountains.
"C'mon, c'mon, we don' have all day" Hagrid grumbles to the first years and me. I crawl into a boat with a small boy with dark brown hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. He was also shaking head to toe.
Probably Muggle-born, like me. He doesn't know what to do.
The journey across the lake was fast, and sooner than I would have liked, we were being ushered into a side room where we were asked to wait. All these tiny first years were shivering with fright. One little girl looked close to tears.
Again, all too soon we were being shuffled from the side room and into, what the professor called, the Great Hall. It was a very large and cavernous room with floating candles and four long tables with all the students sitting at them. I can only imagine what people must be thinking about me. "Who is the super tall, well developed first year?" "Why is that girl with the first years?" and "Could there be a new girl at Hogwarts, someone who transferred in?"
Turns out "being sorted" is sitting on a stool and trying on a hat. But not a normal hat, a hat that talks, and tells you which house to be in. There are four houses, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin, which is why there is four tables, one for each house. When my name was called, all the side conversations that were going on stopped and every face in the great hall looked towards me. I walked up to the stool and after a fleeting glance towards the crowd, the hat slipped over my eyes.
"Hmmm. Very ambitious… And lots of brain…. You already have lots of talent… Hmm… this is extremely difficult… I would have to say… SLYTHERIN!" The hat bellows the last word loudly so the entire Great Hall can hear. Only a few clap and most continue to stare. I get up from the stool and walk over to the table towards the other side of the hall. As I pass, the eyes of my fellow students follow me until I finally sit down and the sorting of the first years continue.
As the last couple of first years are sorted, my fellow Slytherins glare down the table as if I've done something wrong.
I thought that professor said your house is supposed to be a family. Yeah right, Juliette. You've never had a family. You never will.
Whew, finally finished. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry I don't get to write much, I'm always so busy! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Im not sure when the next one will be up.