A/N – Chapter three! w00t! Anyways… the girls will get Sorted in this chapter.
Disclaimer – I don't own Lemo, Andy, Emo, Muffin, Mince Sauce or Winston. I do own Cheesy and Sparkles, however.
Who Said Children Are The Future?
CHAPTER 3
"Oh. My. God!" Muffin squealed excitedly. The five girls were standing in line, waiting to be Sorted. McGonagall held up her parchment.
"Finnigan, Erin", she called. Emo shuddered at the sound of her real name, and sauntered up to the Sorting hat.
"Alright hat", she said, shoving it onto her head, "I don't like you, and you don't like me, but you had better not put me in bloody Slytherin!"
"Well, if that's the case, better be… GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. Emo took the hat off her head, and ran over to join the Gryffindor's.
"Little, Emily", McGonagall called. At this, Lemo, Andy and Cheesy started laughing. Well, who wouldn't laugh at someone who's name was Emily, and their last name was Little? Especially when it was called out as "Little Emily." McGonagall shot a glare at the three girls as a rather short girl sat down and put the hat on her head. Emily sat there for a moment, whispering randomly to the hat, before the hat finally shouted,
"RAVENCLAW!"
Emily jumped off the stool and ran to the Ravenclaw table. McGonagall looked at her list, and then called out,
"Potter-Malfoy, Leah."
Whispers erupted in the Great Hall. Harry and Draco had been worst enemies. Everybody knew that. And yet… they had had a child? How was this physically possible? HOW DO TWO MEN HAVE A FREAKIN' CHILD? Anyways… Lemo walked over to the hat and put it on her head.
"Hmmm… you'd do well in Gryffindor or Slytherin, young Potter-Malfoy…" the hat said.
"Yeah, well make a fucking choice already. We don't have all night…" Lemo muttered.
"Well, with that attitude, you could land in Slytherin. But I see more loyalty and bravery in you than anything else. Better be… GRYFFINDOR!"
Lemo took the hat off her head and threw it onto the stool, walking over to the Gryffindor table. She sat down next to Emo, and waited for the next person to be Sorted. Oh great… I got one of the crazy ones… let's hope the other two get into a different house… McGonagall thought as she called out,
"Granger-Krum, Amber."
"It's ANDY! ANDY! GET IT!" Andy shrieked, shoving the hat onto her head.
"A Krum, eh? I always thought Granger would end up with Weasley…" the hat said.
"With all due respect, Mr. Sorting Hat, sir, I'd like to keep my family's love life out of this…" Andy said.
"Alrighty then. GRYFFINDOR!"
Andy squealed, and ran over to the Gryffindor table after pulling the hat off her head.
McGonagall's eyes widened. That was two of the crazy ones…
"Zabini-Parkinson, Kelsey."
Cheesy looked around to see who McGonagall was talking about. "Pansy had a kid? With Blaise? Of all the people she couldn't have had, she chose Blaise!"
Muffin cleared her throat. "Erm… that's me…" she said. Cheesy stared at her.
"No WAY!" she said.
"…way…"
"No… WAY!"
"…way…"
"No FUCKING WAY!"
"I said 'way' already, and I refuse to say it again. I am going to get Sorted now. I shall see you later." Muffin sat down on the stool, and placed the hat on her head.
"Hmmm… both your parents were Slytherin's, but I am seeing some smarts in there… I'm going to put you in… RAVENCLAW!"
Muffin pulled the hat off her head, and went to join the Ravenclaws, sitting beside Emily.
McGonagall looked at her list again.
"…Weasley, Rianna."
Even McGonagall could've Sorted Cheesy… both her brothers were in Gryffindor, and her father had been in Gryffindor. Nobody knew who Cheesy's mother was, so they couldn't tell which house she had been in.
Cheesy put the hat on her head. "Hiiiiiiiiii Hatty!"
"…another Weasley… jeez, I thought I got rid of you lot when Ginny Weasley was Sorted, but no… who thought Ronald Weasley would ever reproduce?" the hat said.
"…can you sort me now? I'm kinda hungry…" Cheesy said, and, as if to prove her point, her stomach grumbled.
"Oh, right then… I guess I'll put you in…"
Not Gryffindor… McGonagall thought.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Ah shit…
Cheesy remained silent, shifting her eyes as she took the hat off her head. After making sure nobody was watching her, she shoved the hat down her shirt. What she didn't realise, however, was that Dumbledore had been watching her. "Miss Weasley, I believe we'll need that hat to do the rest of the Sorting", he said, an amused look on his face, and his eyes twinkling merrily.
Cheesy stopped walking towards the Gryffindor table, and took the hat out of her shirt.
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A few minutes later, everybody was eating happily.
"I can't believe we all got into the same house!" Andy said excitedly.
"Can't believe Muffin is Pansy's daughter… Pansy's…" Cheesy muttered.
"Do you think that pie is edible?" Lemo asked thoughtfully.
"Ask SmellyBob Senior…" Cheesy said.
"Oi! SmellyBob Senior!" Lemo said, prodding Cheesy's brother.
"Whaddyawant?" Aaron asked.
"Be nice, SmellyBob Senior. You're a prefect now. A prefect", Cheesy said. "You have a shiny badge to prove it!"
"…whatever…" Aaron said. "What do you want, Lemo?"
"Is that pie edible?"
"…I dunno, actually. That pie's been here since I started Hogwarts, and that was five years ago…"
"…ew…"
Lemo pushed the pie away from her, and grabbed some fudge instead. With her mouth full of fudge, she asked,
"Do they have pocky here?"
"No. Harry will send you some, though…"
A/N – Yea, it was short, I know, but I'm running out of inspiration. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'll still write this, though. And The Misadventures of Poopie McGee. Oh, and I have an actual plot to this storeh! YAY!
CtC