Not All-There
Chapter 2
"Oh good grief! You nearly scared me out of my skin m'dear, why haven't you come sooner?" That was the first thing that left McGonagall's lips when she saw the girl there, and every word echoed throughout the hall as everyone, including myself, listened in, seeing as we were curious.
The girl, who I had a clear view of from my position, tilted her head slightly downwards, but looked straight at McGonagall, so she was looking out of the corner of her eyes, which I couldn't under why she would do that, but oh well, I've seen crazier.
Most people would wonder why my eyesight was so good, but it just was, I could see clear across the hall and notice a fly there, and I never questioned it, but mostly because I didn't care to.
The girl, who looked about my age, spoke slowly and slightly slurred, almost like she was drunked, but her almost complete stillness proved against it.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I had trouble finding my way here, and once I was here, I didn't know if I was s'possed to come in or not."
"So you were just going to wait out here? In the Hall?" The girl nodded her head quickly, which surprised me, seeing as she was so frozen before.
"While everyone else was feasting?" Again she shook her head, but stopped as quickly as she started, and just stared at McGonagall's shoulder before speaking again. "I didn't know if I was s'possed to come in, and I didn't want to disturb no one, and I didn't want to get in trouble. I thought 'bout knockin' but I didn't want to disturb no one so I just stood here and waited."
The elderly witch looked amazed and confused at the same time, but she shook her head and motioned for the girl to follow her, which she did, but in the strangest was I've ever seen.
She walked with a limp, putting most of her weight on her left leg, she didn't look straight up at the ceiling, but rather had her head leaned against her right shoulder so it was parrallel with the floor, but had it tilted so her nose pointed upward. Her entire stance looked painful, and for a moment I was reminded of Looney Lovegood, but even she didn't do this.
When McGonagall lifted up the hat from the stool it seemed that everyone in the hall went "Oh…" as we all realized at once why it was still there, there was still someone left to sort.
I almost felt sorry for the Hufflepuffs, they always get the strange ones, but even this one was a little to…well…kuu-kuu… You could almost see the little bird popping out of a door on her head as the clock struck. Only the gears were broken…
"SLYTHERIN!!!"
WHAT?!
I thought my thought's sounded amplified, but a lot of people said it, the Hufflepuffs especially, they had all been preparing themselves for another Luna.
But sure enough, the hat had spoken, and the girl stood up as it and the stool were taken away, but instead of walking over to the Slytherin table, she just stood there, looking at all the tables.
McGonagall was about to sit back in her seat when she realized the girl was still in the same place.
"My dear, you're supposed to go sit with your house now."
The girl turned around completely to look at the professer, so now I could only see her back, but once again, the entire room was silent, this girl was confusing a lot of people.
"My 'house' ma'am?"
"Yes, your house, the one the sorting hat said."
"What did the sorting hat say?"
By this time I honestly didn't know if she was trying to be annoying, or if she was just dumb.
"Slytherin m'dear."
"Oh."
She turned back around, her long light blonde hair swishing around her as she did so. She took another glance around the room, walked forward two steps, and then stopped again.
McGonagall, who was about to turn to her now desert-filled plate, looked back up, her visage tinted with a bit of annoyance.
"A problem dear?"
Fully turning once again, though I don't see why she can't just turn her head, she was doing it just fine before, she spoke again.
"Which one is Slytherin?"
The hall was suddenly filled with whispers, no one had ever not known what the Slytherin table would look like, even if someone didn't have knowledge of the houses, the name would surely be assosiated with a snake, just like the one adorning the banner above the table, right underneath the bold silver SLYTHERIN.
The snake, and the name was above only one table. Only one. Both the NAME and a snake! Whispers around me were almost the same as my thoughts, that this girl is just trying to be annoying, is stupid, or is illiterate.
A look of obvious confusion was painted across her face, but it dissapeared after Dumbledore whispered something into her ear, after that she nodded and pointed towards the table I was sitting at.
