The Sorting Ceremony Without the Feast
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Ginny took a place at the end of the Gryffindor table in the back corner of the Great Hall. Nothing except the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers had actually changed through her years at Hogwarts. Although there was her fourth year with 'headmaster' Umbitch and the centaur divination teacher, as well as the Sorting Hat's routine change of song.
I have been around a thousand years
With that the sorting began. McGonagall calling names from the list which seemed to grow longer every year, then the sorting hat calling out house names. Ginny fazed it all out looking around the hall. She saw a bunch of Ravenclawes giggling themselves out of their tree ogling a boy. She saw some Hufflepuffs watching every first year intently guessing amongst themselves which students would be in their house. She saw one Slytherin boy with silver blonde hair watching her from across the room, a look of determined concentration on his face. Probably still trying to figure out who I remind him of she thought to herself smirking. Her face flushed as she realized someone was looking at her. As she looked around the hall she saw a face watching her's from the other end of the Gryffindor table, looking very surprised, Hermione Granger. Ginny loved Hermione, but she didn't want to have to talk to anyone, let alone one of her brother's best friends. Hermione looked away and whispered to Ron. Oh Gawd, she's going to point me out to him and he's going to come talk to me. She slipped out of the Great Hall while Hermione wasn't looking. She went to the girls bathroom and slumped against the wall. I wonder if Ron missed me? I probably shouldn't have left but there are some mistakes that are like jumping out of an airplane, you can't take them back. *sigh* Mom probably didn't care she countered bitterly but yes she would. They loved me so much. But why did I leave then. I make no sense. This is horrid She sat in the corner for hours lost in her own thoughts until she heard a bustling murmur in the hall. Coming out of the bathroom she saw a bunch of Gryffindor first years led by Hermione, slipping seamlessly into the group she made her way to the common room with out a word to any of the chattering eleven year olds around her.
"Criosphinx," she heard Hermione say from the front of the group. She slipped into the common room and up to her room without even being noticed by her brother who was sitting in a large winged armchair beside the fire place in a self-pitying trance.
[A/N: I own none of this. I'm sorry if you don't like this. But I like my writing. Thanks to all my reviewers from the last chapter:
I have my first/last exam tomorrow if it's not a snow day. Good night! I'll update probably on Wednesday.]
Maybe more
Telling students if they belong in
Slytherin or Gryffindor
I'll be here in another thousand
Telling others the same old stuff
In a few different songs if
They should be Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff
I can see if you're bold and true
Or if you're smart to the core
I can see if there's nothing you won't do
I can tell if you're something more
I've been here a long while but
What I do seems to separate
To cause some quarrels
And cause debate
All I want is to give direction
Not to prevent unity
So please use your discretion
With the placement I provide
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rose petel
princess cythera
Nichole Malfoy
Ciara
Oh and Ciara, I don't even like Tom Felton. He has the worst facial expressions ever, plus, he's a little young for me. So don't talk about that. As well Ginny isn't a true 'punk' in this, she just has her own sense of style.