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"...better be GRYFFINDOR!" Albus grinned broadly as his brother began to clap loudly, as did the rest of the Gryffindor table. He jumped up and ran to the smiling table, finding a seat next to a girl with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked at him as if she were assessing him, frowned, and then sighed. "Hello, you must be Albus Potter, I am Rowena, not after Ravenclaw, although I am related to her, in fact I am rather disappointed to be placed in this house, you all seem rather foolish and rash, but I would rather stay here than be at home, so here I shall stay," the girl, Rowena, said snootily. Albus coughed, unsure of what to say at this rather rude comment. He was saved by Professor Brown calling "Weasley, Rose," Albus sat up straight with his back to Rowena as his cousin walked up to the rickety stool and perched on the chair, fiddling with her hands. The hat remained silent for a moment, although Albus knew she would be hearing the hats voice, the hat opened the crack that now looked like a mouth, and bellowed," RAVENCLAW!" Roses' face fell, and she walked, looking at the floor, to the table clapping and cheering. Albus groaned, he knew how much Rose was looking forward to having lessons with him, and she found it so hard to make friends, she looked so brave, trying to put a smile on her face even though Albus knew it was forced. She caught his eye, and hers brimmed with tears that she wiped away with a graceful hand, and sighed.
The empty table in front of the pupils filled with every savoury dish they could think of, from roast duck to spaghetti bolognaise and jugs of pumpkin juice, Albus' favourite drink. James had already piled his plate high with anything within arm distance. Albus let out a sigh of despair at his brother, and began to tuck in to his roast chicken.
" A-A-Albus," stammered a tall, muscular boy with blonde hair and light blue eyes," Can I sit h-h-here?" said the boy, gesturing to the empty seat beside Albus.
"Sure, I'm always up to talk to someone, what's your name?" Albus asked, moving up the bench and accidentaly elbowing Rowena. "Z-Z-Z-Zacharias," murmured the boy timidly as Albus apologised furiously to the affronted girl. She shrugged him off and turned to Zacharias, "So you're in Gryffindor then? Do you know any magic, I've only managed to make a few sparks but I only got my books a few days ago because my parents, well they, umm, were busy and we couldn't get to diagon alley..." she trailed off, blushing furiously. Albus frowned, why was she so nervous or embarrassed about her parents. He shrugged and turned to the boy, who grinned, " I've been practicing all summer and I can do loads of basic spells, hey I didn't stammer! It's wierd, I've alwways stammered, but whenever I do magic or talk about magic, I j-just don't!" Albus smikled, this Zacharias seemed like a really nice guy, although Albus didn't want to talk about his lack of shown magic, and had barely touched his wand all summer, even though he had got it as soon as his letter had arrived. He was dreading the lessons tomorrow, but maybe Zach could help him through it. In all the talk they had missed dessert, and the Headmistresses speech, now the prefects were beckoning for them to follow, with promises of sleep and warm beds. As they got to the portrait of the Fat Lady the hyper mess that was Laura, said, "nosce te ipsum," and the portrait swung open, revealing a warm room, filled with armchairs and a flickering fire, that made Albus sleepy and he barely listened as the male prefect, Ben, directed them up a flight of stairs to their rooms. Albus was relieved to find out that Zacharias and himself would be in the same room with three other boys. Albus changed quickly, and jumped into the four poster bed, but did not fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, and even then he had a restless night, full of nightmares of the classes tomorrow.
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