'Finally Meeting Dumbledore'
Dragging my feet along the floor mercilessly; I made as much sound as I possibly could; which was a lot. I could hear Tommy boy grind his teeth with the more noise I made. I grinned from ear to ear; this was absolutely brilliant, if I do say so myself.
"Do you have anything better to do other than drag your feet across the bloody floor?" Tommy boy finally snapped. Phew, about time he said something; I was beginning to think he'd become a selective mute or something.
"Now that you mention it; no I haven't," I replied, bouncing with every step I made. Bouncing was fun; it made you look like a retard. Oh wait, that's not a good thing. Damn!
Walk, walk, walk, and stop to breathe, walk, walk, and walk. Jesus; this boy is trying to kill me with exhaustion isn't he? What a dick! "Getting tired already, Emmy?" Tommy boy asked mockingly, using the name my friends call me.
I glowered at him, which was probably the worst thing I ever did because it failed. It just made Tommy boy smirk, yes smirk, at my pathetic attempt to make him quiver in fright at my scary face. Dammit! "Shut up," I finally spat. Yes, 1-0 to me; try and top that Tommy boy! Oh right, you can't. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Incase you guys were wondering, that was my evil laugh. Again, that was a fail. I need to shut up more often.
"Oh? Hit a nerve have I?" Tommy boy grinned stupidly at me; the stupid grin made him look kind of cute. Ah! What the hell am I talking about? Emmy, S-T-F-U right now! I felt a familiar warm sensation hit my cheeks as a blush was etched my face; oh God, this wasn't happening. Stupid brain, stupid thoughts; stupid Greek God-gorgeous-looking Tom Riddle; GAH! I'm doing it again. Emily; shut up!
"Finally, she stops talking," He mused as the entrance to the castle edged closer and closer. Pft, what a meanie bow-beanie! Ha-ha; made up words make me sound clever…sort of. Maybe I should write a dictionary based upon made up words? That'd be so cool!
Large oak doors were suddenly in front of me, and I couldn't hide my grin. From what I've read, and seen from the excellent movies; I kind of know my way round this place. The only thing I was unsure of was where Dumbledore's office would be. He's the Transfiguration teacher now, right? So would his office be McGonagall's office? I wonder…
"Quit dawdling; you annoying child and follow me." Tommy boy hissed; how rude! I was drinking in this amazing scene before me and he hisses at me like a snake! What a snake-like bastard; gur, crucio! Ha! Feel the metaphorical pain Tom fucking Riddle. Feel it!
After a lot more walking Tommy boy finally stopped; and I frowned. This was the small room that the first years in Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone were placed in whilst McGonagall went to do some other shit. Why am I…?
"Professor Dumbledore," Tommy boy addressed him formally; and I spun round on my heel so fast I almost fell over. Was it really? HOLY SHIT IT WAS! It was the one and only Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! I almost fainted in shock; it really was him. Oh my Wizard God! This was incredible!
"Good Evening Tom, I hope you're well? Who's your friend?" Professor Dumbledore's voice was kind, even though Tommy boy's was sort of harsh and spiteful.
"I'm perfectly well Professor; she's not exactly a friend sir, just a girl who appeared in my train compartment suddenly," oh so his snide remarks was not his clarification of our friendship? FINE THEN; you arsehole, think you can make fun of me and say we're not friends? Pft, I'm not letting you get away with that mister.
"Oh? Appeared in your compartment, did you say?"
"Dumbledore is great, Dumbledore is great; tra-la-la-la-la, Dumbledore is great," I sang, beaming at the two before me. There we go Tommy boy, you have my opinion on Dumbledore, whatcha think of that? I got a smile and a scowl in return. How lovely!
"Oh, right; introductions, of course," I began with an awkward laugh, "My name is Emily White sir, it's a pleasure to meet you," I extended my right hand, and he freaking shook it. That is it; I'm never washing my hand again. EVER! "As Tommy boy said," I continued, smiling sweetly at the teenager standing next to me, "I'm not from around here; honestly, I don't even know how I ended up here. It's all a mystery to me,"
"Well, that is strange. Hm, we can't have you stranded alone in a place you're unfamiliar with can we? How's about this little proposition I have, Miss White?" Dumbledore began, and my eyes lit up in excitement; oh, things were about to get better, I could feel it.
"You can get sorted; and stay here for however long you need to,"
I almost squealed in delight. Scratch that, I did squeal a little girly squeal, dancing a little victory dance as I did, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" I smiled, jumping up and down. "You're most welcome; now, shall we get you sorted with the first years?"
I nodded, "See you later Tommy boy! I have a sorting ceremony to attend to; you just sit there, right?" and on that note, I left our darling Tommy boy in the little circular room and followed Ol' Dumbledore to join the first years. I was sixteen; so I was going to be going into my sixth year at Hogwarts, right?
This I told my favourite Professor nee HERO; and he confirmed my statement. Lovely, "You'll be in the same year as Tom," He added, his made my grin wider. Excellent stuff; stalker skills increased by another 40%; YEAH BABY!
I sincerly apologise for the lack of updating yesterday; I wasn't feeling well, thus leading to the lack of inspiration to write anything. So today, to make up for yesterday; I am going to update at least one more chapter, excluding this one. Yay!
The results for the poll thus far:
Slytherin: IIIII
Gryffindor: IIIII III
Hufflepuff: III
Ravenclaw: IIII
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