Hey guys, here's chapter 2, so I hope you like it. This one is definitely dedicated to my friend Caitlin (dramioneconsumesmylife) because she inspired me to write my first fan fic. Enjoy!
I pushed the wet hair from my face.
Just my luck, I thought, that it happened to start raining while I was on that stupid lake. I bet that all my brothers are sitting in the Great Hall at the moment laughing at how wet I'll look.
I scowled. My red hair looked awful when it was wet and I was completely soaked for my first day at Hogwarts.
Slowly, I walked over to the wall where I stood dripping, trying to remember the drying spell Ronald had tried to teach me on the train.
I couldn't remember.
At least I was standing near the fire, so my clothes were slowly drying out – though at the moment they had turned into a warm dampness that was terribly uncomfortable.
I took a step closer towards the fire butting the small white-haired girl who I had shared a boat with out of the way.
Professor McGonagall strode into the hallway where all the first years were standing.
'If you please,' she said in that annoying voice my brothers had all told me about. And she was just as ugly as I had imagined.
'If you please, I would like you all to follow me into the Great Hall where you will assemble at the front, where I will call your name to be sorted.'
I snorted loudly. Why should I – a Weasley – have to stand around while all these un-pure wizards and witches got sorted? At least I already knew what house I would be sorted into. I was terribly glad that I didn't have to get this old git for a head of house. She looked so old that she would keel over at any moment.
Professor McGonagall peered over at me.
'I see we have another Weasley,' she stated, as if I was part of the most disgusting family in the world.
'Duh...' I sneered. I didn't know how this stupid teacher managed to get a job here. 'I thought the teachers here were supposed to be smart.'
The Professor gasped. Her eyes flashed and she glared down at me.
I smirked.
She turned on her heel and flew down the corridor, with all the first years trailing behind.
I giggled evilly. I never knew tormenting people could be so fun.
My smile faded off my face when I realised that the stupid woman was standing by the door to the Great Hall with her hands on her hips, waiting for me to come.
I sighed. I had already made one enemy and I hadn't even been here ten minutes.
'Oh well,' I muttered to myself, 'I guess that's what you get for being a Weasley.'
Sorry to leave you on a cliff-hanger. Chapter 3 will be coming soon. I promise. I'm also sorry that I described Minerva McGonagall in such a bad way. That isn't the way I think about her. I love her.....she's so cute. Anyway, hope you liked my chapter. Please review.
