*~*Chapter Eight: Weasley, Jacqueline!*~*
A.N. Hi! I tried to make this longer and I used the chapter from the book as guidelines! I hope you guys like it! Keep telling me which house you think she should be in, there's still time!
Enjoy!
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Rain poured as they rode in the carriages and once they'd gotten inside the school the students crowded around one of the arches outside, marveling at the sight of four flying horses flapping through the air, pulling a carriage going in to land at Hogwarts. A ship started to glide towards the school too, increasing in size as it went to shore.
The students cheered, jostling each other round, squishing Jack up against Harry while someone's elbow jabbed into her ribs.
"Blimey," Ron said, shaking off the water in his hair and right into Jack's face, "if that keeps up the lake's going to overflow. I'm soak- ARRGH!" he yelled as water burst on top of him.
A big red water balloon had dropped out from the ceiling and burst onto Ron's head. The water fuzzed his eye sight, making him stagger sideways into Harry, just as a second water bomb dropped; narrowly missing Hermione, but bursting on Jack's head, "SHIT!" She screamed, tripping into Harry and once again falling on top of him.
The people around them shrieked as another balloon hit, pushing each other to get out of the line of fire. Jack clumsily pushed herself off Harry and pulled him up, not noticing the large imprint her wet chest had left on his shirt.
The four of them looked up above them and there, floating about Twenty feet above was Peeves the Poltergeist; a little man in a bell-covered hat and orange bow tie smiling maliciously with concentration as he took aim again.
"PEEVES!" yelled an angry female voice, "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!"
It was Professor McGonagall the Deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor House, who had come dashing out of the Great Hall. She skidded on the wet floor and haphazardly grabbed Hermione around the neck to stop herself from falling on the pooling water, "Ouch, sorry, Miss Granger!"
Hermione gasped, her eyes popping, "That's all right, Professor!" She rasped.
The Deputy Head glared at the poltergeist, "Peeves, get down here NOW!" She demanded while straightening out her hat and glaring upward through her spectacles.
"Not doing nothing!" the poltergeist cackled, lobbing a water bomb at a group of fifth-year girls who screamed and dived into the Great Hall, "Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeeee!" he aimed another bomb at a group of second years who had just arrived.
"I shall call the headmaster!" shouted Professor McGonagall, "I'm warning you, Peeves!"
Peeves stuck out his tongue before throwing the last of his water bombs into the air and zoomed off up the marble staircase cackling insanely.
Jack raised her eyebrows, "Seriously?" she asked Harry, "Water bombs? Is that the best he could come up with?"
Harry smiled awkwardly, "He gets worse," he told her, trying not to look anywhere but her face.
Jack was drenched head to toe in water; her robes were heavy, her white shirt had gone transparent with her black tie sticking to it, the pleated mid thigh length skirt she wore stuck to her thighs, her tights now had ladders, her steel toe capped boots had droplets of water on them and she could wring the water from her two long plaits.
"Well, move along, then!" Professor McGonagall said sharply to the bedraggled crowd, "Into the Great Hall, come on!" she told them, sending an evaporating spell across them all.
They were dry by the time they enter through the Great Hall's doors and Jack couldn't believe her eyes.
She'd read about the Great Hall in books and her brothers had told her how grand it was but she had never believed them and now she knew that she should have.
Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of floating candles. The four long House tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils. It was much warmer in there than it was outside, just from body heat alone.
Jack lost Harry, Ron and Hermione as she was pushed down between the table to where the First-years stood, with their black Hogwarts ties that would soon be striped in their House colours.
Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first years and on top of it was the old Sorting Hat. The first years stared at it like Ron would at a spider; with fear. For a moment, there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat burst into song:
A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fin. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone? 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!
The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished singing. Jack just rolled her eyes.
Yes, it was an interesting song, but seriously? Why not just read a book!
Professor McGonagall unrolled a large scroll of parchment, "When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool," she told the first years. "When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table."
"Ackerley, Stewart!"
Stewart Ackerly? Oh his parents must have hated him...
A small tremblimg boy walked forward, picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on, and sat down on the stool, "RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted.
Stewart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried into a seat at the applauding Ravenclaw table.
"Baddock, Malcolm!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
The table on the other side of the hall erupted with cheers, Malfoy was clapping as Baddock joined the Slytherins. Baddock probably didn't know that Slytherin House had turned out more Dark witches and wizards than any other.
"Branstone, Eleanor!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Cauldwell, Owen!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Creevey, Dennis!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table cheered the loudest by far and Dennis Creevey looked ecstatic to be joining them. The Hat kept going and it felt like it would never end, until, Professor McGonagall finally called the name everyone had been waiting for,
"Weasley, Jacqueline!"
Jack was the last person to be sorted and she could feel everyone's eyes on her as she placed the hat on her head and sat on the stool.
"Hmm," the hat said, "I was meant to see you a few years ago. No matter. I see you have plenty of spirit. Witt too. You're much like two of your brothers, might not be good... So where shall I put you?"
Jack rolled her eyes, as long as she didn't go into Slytherin she would be fine. If she did go into Slytherin there was a high chance she would be disowned. Or at least, she'd feel disowned.
"Not Slytherin, eh?" the small voice sounded interested ,"Are you sure? You've got greatness inside you and Slytherin could take you to that greatness," it tried to persuade, but she wasn't going to buy his sales speech, "No? I guess I better put you in..."
