"RAVENCLAW!" The hat yelled.
The people on said house's table had different reactions. A few people clapped and cheered, the majority began talking among themselves. A few spoke of fear, others of disgust.
Murmuring and a few shouts came from the other tables. Venomous insults, shaking confessions of fear and/or awe, and childish shrieks, were among the things spoken of at those tables.
Harry Potter was smiling softly, a 'Welcome to Hogwarts' in a way. Hermione was being the unwilling audience of an angry girl rant about god-knows-what. Ron was simply gawking at him.
Malfoy was glaring so sharply, that if looks could cut, the Doctor would be carved enough for him to be barely visible in a sub-atomic micro scope.
Taking the Perpats by their mid-sections, the Doctor, smiling like a lunatic, sat at one of the empty seats. A girl made a disgusted face and sat away, and a boy smiled and bowed his head in greeting, shaking with excitement.
It was simple to tell what they felt for him.
….
After all the remaining first years got sorted, Dumbledore began the announcements. With a wave of his hand, all the tables by covered by food. Tan, juicy pork, mushrooms covered by a bitter-sweet wine sauce, white, steaming mashed potatoes, and orange and cheesy macaroni.
But no fish fingers or custard in sight.
The Perpats had no such feelings, and began grabbing with their little ferrety hands, everything eatable in sight.
The boy gobbled up a few mouthfuls of turkey then began talking.
"I heard that you pwned Malfoy." He said. A girl next to him nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She said nodding each time. The Doctor was not paying attention to what the boy or girl were saying. He was looking at the girl's hair.
IT. WAS. GINGER.
He was going mad inside. Ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger.
That was his general thoughts right until they were went to be taken to their dorms.
…
Jenbie Assa Tykman was the Ravenclaw female prefect. A six year, with brown hair and black eyes, she was muscular and tan. She was smart, in a streetwise way. The hat was thinking about sending her to Huflepuff but she convinced it to take her to Ravenclaw. The hat didn't object.
Kepleman Quincky Maltross was the Ravenclaw male prefect. A six year, with glaring blond hair and icy blue eyes, he was muscular, in a stringy way, and slightly pale. He was a snobby, but none the less smart boy. The hat was about to shout 'Slytherin' when he ordered the hat to make him to Ravenclaw and the hat being rather lenient, agreed.
Jenbie is the subject of the love of many boys, she had a little sect in fact.
Kepleman is the subject of fanatic girls who regularly follow him and take his pencils. They are worshipped like relics.
They both looked at the Doctor, with suspicion.
Barbadel Comoros Zadermaku was the boy that had tried to talk to the Doctor. An African-American third year, with black hair and soft chocolate brown eyes, and was skinny. He was smart in a way similar to Hermione, although he didn't answer questions very often. The hat upon being placed on his head, screamed 'RAVENCLAW'.
Margaret Thatcher Jr., daughter of the great which/politician which name she got, was the ginger haired girl whose hair was captivated the Doctor. She had ginger hair of course, and bright green eyes. She was skinny and pale. She had people smarts, being able to tell if a person was paying attention and the such, a skill she forgot to use when she talked to the Doctor. The hat mused over putting her in either Griffandor or Ravenclaw, but eventually decided the latter.
Isn't it obvious how they felt about the Doctor?
At the end of the day the girls went to their rooms, and slept. The boys all except two went to sleep as well.
One was the Doctor, dressed in a silk shirt and pants with an image of a bowtie on it and a little night cap, gazing onto skies that he knew so much about. With his furry Perpats curled together and nuzzling each other, absentmindedly watching over the now small Timelord as he with a small smile watched the soft glow of the stars and moon.
The second was a boy in the shadows, hidden and yet visible, now an adult in the shadows, and now an old man. In a blink of an eye he disappeared.
He reappeared in the Girl Griffandor room, next to the bed of a ginger first year. He grabbed the book near her head, a pitch black book, smothered in evil. The man smirked.
Things would go very differently this year, he would make sure of it.
