Chapter four-frustration
Ife's POV
I had been sitting in professor Dumbledore's office for two hours now and he has yet to speak.
"um professor?"
He jumps slightly and turns around looking as if hes only just noticed im there.
"Ah yes. Miss Ife Mubarak how lovely of you to join me"
What? I've been here for TWO HOURS.
"Um, sure. Professor I was under the impression this meeting was to fill me in on the school rues and such."
"Yes, yes. We'll get to that. Now you are starting this school as a seventh year yes?"
Why is he asking me? Shouldn't he know?
"Yes professor." I reply politely even thought I want to shout at him.
"And you are aware school starts today?"
"Yes professor"
"Ok wonder full. You will join the other students in the great hall for dinner in a few hours. But first you need a house"
Dumbledore stood up and walked over to a shelf full of what I assume are magical items.
Once he reaches the self he picks up an old dirty hat. What the hell is he going to do with that?
He walks over to me and puts it on my head. What the hell. I'm going to get so much dirt in my hair.
What was the point in that?
Just as I think that the hat starts to move.
"Ah hello you're a bit old to be sorted aren't you?"
Oh my god the hat just spoke.
"She's new" Dumbledore informed the hat.
"Oh well ok then. Now let's see. You're intelligent that's for sure. But you've gat a nasty temper, maybe Slytherin. No your strong, you have a large hart and a pure conscience, brave too. I think it will have to be Griffindore."
"Wonderful." Dumbledore exclaimed. "so you know where your sitting for dinner. Now the school rules."
After he put the hat back in its place he brought out a huge leather bound book.
Where those all the school rule?
Oh god this is going to be a long meeting.