Just Another Little Major Secret Chapter 2

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We went through the castle and followed the wavering smell of the food, and into the familiar sight of the Great Hall. Everything was so normal; the four long house tables, the open candle-lit, cloudy sky ceiling, and the uproar of people seeing reuniting with their friends.

Ron, Harry and I walked over to the Gryffindor Table.

"Could they hurry up with the bloody sorting? I'm hungry!" Ron moaned.

I was about to answer, but the double doors in the entrance of the Great Hall opened, sending a hush through the room. Professor McGonagall led the heard of nervous looking first years up to the front of the room. Professor Dumbledor stepped up and began his speech. I droned most of it out, and let my mind wander. Before I knew it, the Ravenclaw Table started clapping as a relived looking first year jumped off the old stool.

The names rambled on, until one caught my ear: "Annabelle Kendrick." McGonagall called loudly.

Annabelle, the name made my heart lurch, a lump form in my throat, it gave me an uneasy feeling.

"GRIFFENDOR!" The hat called; my heart sank even further.

I spent the rest of the sorting getting even further lost in thought, until I saw everyone start grabbing at the food that had magically appeared. I started grabbing he things within reach, not really caring what it was.

"Hermione," Ginny asked worriedly, "what's wrong?"

"What? Oh nothing," I said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Okay, if you say so," She said giving me a nervous look. "Ronald Weasly!" She said diverting her attention to her older brother, which was a relief, "quit eating like a pig!"

"What?" He moaned through a mouthful of food. "I'm hungry." He said defensibly.

Ginny rolled her eyes in disgust.

After that our conversation flowed nicely, well mostly between Ginny, Harry, and I.

Just before the deserts came out, McGonagall came over to our table. She started with the seventh years, then the sixth years, and eventually the fifth years; she handed everyone their schedules.

8:30-10:45 Potions

11:00-12:45 Potions

1:30-2:30 Care of Magical creatures

2:45-4:00 Defense Against the Dark Arts

4:15-5:00 Herbology

5:30-6:30 Charms

"Bloody hell, double potions?" Ron demanded.

"Well we'll be dead before we even start the year," Harry said sarcastically, "And of all people, Snape." Harry moaned.

The platters filled themselves with puddings and everything you could imagine. I grabbed a plate of pudding and ate it quickly, while talking to Harry, Ginny, and Ron. As usual the prefects and the first years left first; the prefects yelling for their house to follow them and the first years scrambling after them. After the last of the first years were out of the Great Hall, everyone followed in pursuit.

We walked briskly, as we would need to ask the prefect for the password to our common room. We took the familiar course around the moving staircases and to the portrait of the fat lady. Our efforts of getting there quickly were unneeded as there was a prefect standing outside the portrait.

"The password is Scurvy Cur." She said clearly.

Harry nodded our thanks and turned towards the portrait.

"Scurvy Cur," He said clearly to the fat lady.

She gave him a curt nod and swung off the wall to reveal the cozy, welcoming common room behind her.

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