Chapter Three- Lorilei Lancaster, Transfer Student

Lori, calm down. Stick to the plan.

Of course, just as I thought. The boy from my dream went to Hogwarts.

Perfect. Just bloody perfect.

I kept on walking after our eyes had met. He'd recognized me.I'd recognized him. There was to turning back now.

I tried instead to focus on my surroundings, foremost of these, the mass of little kids in front of me. There were a lot of them, about 40, and were a good 4 years younger than me. I had to keep away from the annoying little buggers. Who knows what sort of diseases they were carrying.

This "Great Hall," as they called it, certainly lived up to its name. It was huge, and, well, great. Four long tables took up most of the room, and there were a lot of kids sitting there already.

One table for each house, my father had said. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.

Of course, after that he went into detail about what he'd do to me if I wasn't in Slytherin.

Suddenly, all of us stopped. We'd reached the front of the room (if you could call it that). The woman who'd introduced herself as Professor McGonagall (and frankly, I hoped I wouldn't have to see much of her this year) stepped forward and spoke.

"We'll be having a new student joining the fifth years," she said. "She is… a transfer student. She will be sorted first. Lorilei Lancaster?"

Well, this was it. My big moment.

Now there was really no turning back.