They filed into the castle, and Krys felt that she didn't have enough eyes, words or even time to describe the scenery she had just come upon. The flow of students carried her into the Great Hall, where her jaw just fell. There was no roof. Wait no, there was, the structure just seemed to fade into the night sky where constellations greeted her in great numbers. A gasp escaped her lips, and Fred and to hold back from saying 'I can make you do that as well', but the grin that took over probably said enough. The sky seemed so welcoming to her, and she just wished that she could take to a Cesena and just fly the night away. A cough snapped her out of her reality, and she followed Fred and George to one of the four massive tables that were placed within the hall, edged by a larger one out the front.

Once everyone had seated themselves, a stern looking woman walked in from a side door, numerous smaller students followed her as if she were mother duck. She held in her hands a rather tattered looking hat, and in the other a stool. She placed it in the centre of the table out the front, and told the students to get into a line. Everyone looked in towards the hat, and the brim ripped open into a mouth. In a deep tone, it started

The future is full of mystery
But held by an eye that is unwilling to see
No matter what attempts they try to dismay
In life's game they'll have to play

His brim sealed and fell silent. A low murmur started amongst the students. Apparently, the hat had a longer welcome, but the stern witch from before had returned with a large scroll and started to read out names. One by one, each student was called and the hat was placed on their head. After a while, or a few whiles depending on the kid, the hat would shout out a house and they'd go off and join that table.

It his Krys then, that she actually hadn't been sorted herself. Was she going to belong to a house? Or was she to, going to have to try the hat? And was she even meant to be sitting where she was? She didn't notice the line thinning, and the witch had just called the last student. The house shouted out 'Ravenclaw!' and one of the tables applauded.

'Krystal Richards.' The witch called, and as if she where back home, Krys yelled out a rather loud 'Ma'am!' This caused the entirety of the hall to look at her. Unnerved, she rose from her spot and walked up to the hat. From watching the others, she gathered that Fred and George were both in Gryffindor, so she silently hoped to be placed with them.

Taking a seat on the stool, the hat sat neatly on top of her head, unlike the first years as to which the hat almost swallowed their entire head. She observed that majority of the students watching had a curious look on their face, seemingly questioning her age and why she was already seated at a tab-
'My my… what an interesting mind you have..' a deep voice interrupted her thoughts. The hat was speaking to her! 'Don't fret child, no one else can hear this. I'm just deciding where I should place you.' Krys relaxed at that point, but not letting her face show anything to the onlooking crowd. She neatly placed one foot behind the other and placed her hands in her lap. 'I can see great potential in you as a leader, brains as well. There is courage there most definitely. Ohhhhh, but what is this? I can see there is a bit of a dark side to you, a sly want to have your way and the cunning to ensure you achieve it. And yet, I am unsure as to where I should place you...' The hat fell silent in her thoughts.

That silence seemed to go on for ages, and the student body seemed to agree. Feeling that she has waited enough, Krys spoke 'I don't believe that we have all night, and that some students here may want to finali-'
'SLYTHERIN.'

Applause came from a table from the far, and Krys stood to take her leave. Fred nudged George in the ribs, 'How on Earth did that happen? She isn't…'
'I know. This doesn't seem normal..'
'Should we say something?'
'Best not..' They were interrupted as, surprisingly, Krys came back to them. She knelt down between them, said a quick thanks the made her way over to the Slytherin table.
As she walked over, she noticed the blonde haired boy from before. He was seated beside a dark haired girl, who to her somewhat resembled a feral animal. A smirk gracing her features, she excused herself and took a seat across the table from the blonde.

Krys smiled, propping her elbows on the table, folding her hands together and resting her head evenly between her fingers.
'I don't believe we properly introduced before.'
'No I don't believe so,' The boy replied, 'Draco Malfoy. Fifth year. '
'Krystal Richards. Fifth year.' She removed her right hand from her left and placed it out lightly in front of her.
'Draco doesn't shake hands.' The girl beside Draco sneered. As if in spite of her, Draco took his hand within hers and held it for a moment. Krys met his gaze, and he had a playful smirk on his face. Gently pulling her hand back and returning it to its original position, she continued with the questioning.
'Ah I see.' Turning to the girl, 'And whom may you be?'
'Pansy.' She snapped, 'Fifth year as well.' She seemed to shuffle closer to Draco, as if she was attempting to ward of Krys' conversation. She noticed the badges pinned to their chests. They were the same as the one that Hermione had been wearing back on the train.
'Please tell me, you're not going to be acting as if your king shit, like that Hermione because you're prefects.'
'How dare yo-'
'Calm down Pansy!' Draco snapped at her, 'God no. I'd never act like that filthy little mudblood. She's an embarrassment to the Wizarding world.'
'Mudblood?' Krys enquired.
'Muggle born. Shouldn't be allowed in if you asked me.' Krys went to open her mouth and say that she was one, but she felt it best to keep her mouth shut.

The rest of the feast continued on, with minimal conversation flow between the group.