A/N: I forgot to do the disclaimer thingy for the last chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own the awesome world of Harry Potter,
JK. Rowling owns that. But I do own Andy, and how awesome is she?
Andy sat down at the Gryffindor table and took out her book, ignoring everyone around her. Or at least, trying to ignore everyone. Students were running all over the place, greeting their friends, laughing, talking, all the things Andy hated doing.
"Umm..can we sit here?" A girl interrupted her. She glimpsed up at the two girls standing beside her and nodded.
They both seated themselves opposite her, and started up a conversation. It was starting to get very hard for Andy to concentrate. Her ears began to buzz like they did in the train.
She drummed her fingers on the table. It was like people did this to her on purpose. Maybe it would be better if she sat somewhere else.
She scanned the table, there were no empty spots, only at the end of the table, but that spot was for the new first years. What could she do now? Should she just leave? Nah, that would be kind of rude and there was no way she was going to bed with an empty stomach. There was no getting out of this one, she'd just have to deal with it this time.
"...told him we were over and then he just stormed out of the compartment." One of the girls was saying.
"So he didn't take it well then?" asked the other one.
Andy's attempts to ignore them were getting increasingly difficult.
"Well duh." The girl replied shooting her friend a dull look. "I even heard him yelling at someone for staring at him or something like that."
She gave an ear-piercing screech of laughter.
Andy had a tight grip on her book. She was resisting the urge to hit the girl across the face with it.
"You're so evil." said her friend amusedly.
"What?" said the girl defensively, "It's funny!"
"Really, it's not that funny." said her friend, her smile fading, "And I was talking about how you just broke up with Sirius like that."
"Oh, he'll get over it, besides, I've been told I could do much better."
Andy snorted out loud, and as soon as she realised it she quickly tried to turn it into a cough. But she was unsuccessful.
The girl turned to look at her angrily, "Find that funny do you?"
Just then, the doors to the entrance hall opened. The girl turned to see and Andy was saved. Professor McGonagall, followed by a long line of first years, entered. She was carrying a stool on which sat an old, ancient-looking, wizard's hat.
Silence fell over all the students as the first years lined up in front of the staff table. Professor McGonagall set the stool down in front of them and stood back.
A few seconds passed before the sorting hat on the stool burst into song:
The founders of our noble school
So clever the four were,
They came together….
Yada yada yada.
Andy always thought the sorting hat's songs were boring. They always said the same thing, just in different words.
The four founders of Hogwarts united because they had the same goals which were to make the world's best magic school. And how their friendship failed when they each wanted things to go their way. And so to settle things they separated into four houses and took only the students they each wanted. Slytherin the purebloods; Ravenclaw the sharp ones; Gryffindor the brave ones; and Hufflepuff just took the rest.
Andy knew it all already. So she just ignored the whole thing and read. She just wanted to eat and get to bed already.
"Hufflepuff!"
Shouted the hat finally as the short, curly-haired boy ran to the Hufflepuff table.
Andy happily looked up from her book as everyone applauded and Professor McGonagall took the stool and hat out of the hall.
Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet, "Welcome students to another year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now before we-" the entrance hall doors had slammed open and Filch came in clutching the shoulders of two boys, pulling them furiously behind him.
When they reached Professor Dumbledore, Filch whispered something in his ear, nodding at the two boys. Dumbledore whispered something back and then calmly turned back to the students.
"Well now," said Dumbledore in a casual tone as Filch marched them away, "I was saying… before we begin our feast I…"
Andy wasn't paying attention, she was watching Filch as he passed by with the boys. She recognised them from her Herbology class. They were in Hufflepuff and they were quite the trouble makers.
Andy wondered what they got themselves into this time. But of course, it wasn't any of her business. And anyways the whole school will probably know what they did by tomorrow. She could just hear it from someone else.
"...the feast begin!" Dumbledore finished. Andy watched as food appeared out of nowhere on the golden plates at each table.
Andy put a few things on the plate in front of her and began to eat. When she finished, she began reading again. Or at least, tried to read. The hall was so loud she had to keep rereading the same paragraph over and over.
She needed to get ear plugs or something. She could only handle so much noise.
When Dumbledore gave word that it was time for bed, she sprung up from her seat and wove her way through the crowd in the entrance hall. But just as she made it to the marble staircase someone grabbed her by the wrist….
A/N: Yeah I know. This chapter kind of sucked, but I am no professional. I'm just trying this out, even though I suck at writing. But aren't you curious to find out who grabbed Andy's wrist?