Dominique shrieked as she tumbled forward off of her seat. Intent on complaining, she stalked over to the door of her compartment and slid it open. Only to slam it shut when she saw dementors gliding down the aisle. "Ahahaha, this is not happening. I didn't even do it this time! I think.." Dom mumbled to herself. She trembled in the corner, knowing all too well what would happen if they came into her compartment. "Angel, where the hell are you?!" Dom cursed to herself. The compartment door slid open, revealing a bony, skeletal hand. Dominique squeaked and curled further into herself.n glided a dementor, in all its tattered glory. It looked around with its nonexsitant eyes. When its head faced Dominique, she didn't know what to do. Dominique's arms began to bleed as her manicured nails dug sharply into her arm. Her breth quickened with every movement the dementor made. It outstreched its arm towards her, moving forward in a smooth motion. Just as soon as it touched her arm, Dominique gasped and fainted.

When she awoke she was in a place she didn't recognize. A woman made her way over, bustling around busily. "You gave us all quite a scare, fainting like that." The woman scolded gently.

"Oh yes, because I just love passing out like that." Dominique scowled.

"Dom!" A familiar voice screeched. A pale silver-blonde pushed past the woman rudely.

"Angel!" Dominique grinned happily. Her best friend was here, after all.

"I brought you something." Angel said, rummaging through her messenger bag. She yanked out a bag of peppermints and handed it to Dom. "Okay, so, this Madame Pomfrey, she's the one that healed you up. And this," Angel gestured to a man Dominique hadn't noticed until now, "is Professor Dumbledore. He's the Headmaster here. Once Madame Pomfrey says it's okay, we'll head up to Professor D's office and get you sorted."

"Oh, it's fine. Miss Beauvais just fainted from shock, that's all. She's fine to get up and go." Madame Pomfrey smiled warmly at Dominique, who just nodded back, sucking hard on a peppermint.

"C'mon." Angel tugged on Dom's arm. Dominique followed Dumbledore and Tsuki, for once in her life, quiet.

"Well, Miss Beauvais, what do you think of Hogwarts so far?" He asked her. Tsuki waited for an answer.

"I haven't really been able to experience it, so I guess I can't answer that just yet." Dom said dryly.

"Angel, please, fetch me the Sorting Hat." Dumbedore requested. Angel did as she was asked. Dumbledore stood before Dom. "This hat will decide which House you are to be placed in." With that said, he placed the hat atop her head.

"Hmm, a Beauvais. We havent had one of those in a long time." The hat murmured in Dominique's ear.

"Stop talking like I'm an object." Dom ordered the hat.

After a few moments of silence, the hat began to talk again. "I've made my decision."