Hola! The sleep deprived and starved author is back again, giving you a new chapter!
This chapter will be pretty long, so I hope it'll excuse me of my late updates.
...No?
*Feels the glares of readers and sweats nervously.
Oh...Sorry...
Hope you enjoy!
Emery emerged from the wand shop, shaken and very confused. Draco and Nox were waiting for her outside, the Kneazle hissing at her friend while Draco let out a slightly animalistic growl.
The scene brought a smile to her lips, but her smile quickly disappeared as she thought about the words Mr. Ollivander said to her.
"Emery," Draco's voice jarred her back to reality. "You okay?"
"Oh, yeah," Emery said, plastering on a believable smile. "I'm fine."
"That man, Ollivander…he didn't try anything pervy on you or anything, right?" Draco asked, concerned.
"What?! No way, Draco. I'm just nervous about my first year at Hogwarts," she lied smoothly.
Part of her lie was true, but she didn't want anyone worrying about her. She would figure out what Mr. Ollivander meant by Beware the Nightshade, and what kind of connection her wand had to the Sirens. She could handle it fine herself, just like she always did.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Draco asked again, shaking her shoulder gently. "You just spaced out again."
Emery blinked, looking up at her friend, an unfocused expression on her face. Feeling two small paws rest on her legs, she looked down to see Nox pawing at her jeans, a distinct look of concern in its two mismatched irises.
"Ah, sorry. I'm seriously okay, but just a little sleepy though. I'm sure it'll wear off," Emery quickly said, gratitude blossoming in her chest for Nox and Draco's concern.
"Hey, didn't you say you had to meet your dad for something?" She asked, changing the subject. "Do you have to go soon?"
"Oh, yeah, that." Draco scratched the nape of his neck. "Yeah, I need to go meet my dad." He paused for a moment, the faintest pink dust forming on his cheeks. "Can you come along?"
"Of course!" Emery chirped, taking her Hogwarts supplies and her new Kneazle. "I'd love to. Where do we go?"
"Knockturn alley," Draco said shortly, picking up his shopping bags.
"Knockturn Alley, eh?" Emery said, raising an eyebrow. "Feeling a bit of a daredevil? Maybe you should get the sorting hat to sort you into Gryffindor," she teased.
"Haha, very funny," Draco shot back. "I'd rather die than get sorted into the house of mudbloods and blood traitors."
"You know I'm kidding, Draco," Emery smiled. "You're too Slytherin for any other house."
"Oh yeah? Do you have a problem with that?" Draco retorted.
"Not at all," Emery replied, an affectionate glint in her emerald eyes. "On the contrary, I wouldn't prefer it any other way."
Emery gulped as they wandered through the dark and dingy streets of Knockturn Alley, fighting the urge to turn her back and run.
Many unusual folk resided in the dark shadows, and Emery almost jumped when she saw two yellow eyes peering at her, but she soon realized it was two feebly glowing lanterns dangling next to each other.
Draco turned, raising an eyebrow. "You know, if you're scared, you could just tell me." He said, taking note of Emery's white knuckles and pale face.
"Me?! Scared?! Ha! As if!" Emery said, unsuccessfully trying to hide her shaking hands from Draco.
"You would be an idiot if you weren't scared, and you are no idiot, Emery." Draco replied, rolling his eyes. "Besides, even your little cat is scared," he added, indicating Nox, who had curled under Emery's robes in a tight ball.
"He's a Kneazle, not an ordinary Cat," Emery corrected him, putting a hand on Nox's tiny ears.
"That's irrelevant," Draco huffed. "You're scared, Emery, don't deny it!"
"Fine, I'm a bit scared," Emery grudgingly admitted. "What am I supposed to do, cling onto your arm and bury my face into your chest?" she quipped, sarcasm dripping off each word.
"I wouldn't mind," Draco mumbled, so Emery wouldn't hear him.
"What?"
"Nothing. Anyway, it's okay if you're scared. I was scared the first time I came here."
"Wait. You've been here before? "
"Obviously."
"So you're telling you've been in this scary, dark street alone?!"
"Well, not really. I've been accompanied by my mother or father sometimes."
"You know what I mean!"
Draco sighed. "Look, Emery, we don't have a long way to go till we get there. If you're so scared, just hold on to my arm or something."
He grinned cockily, arrogance laced in his voice as he added, "Besides, I'm a Malfoy. No one dares messes with Malfoys."
Emery muttered, "I feel so much better," but she still slowly intertwined her arm around her friend's.
An awkward silence fell between the two friends, Emery struggling to keep her blush at a minimum, while Draco kept his expression as an indifferent stare.
I hope I haven't weirded him out, Emery thought nervously, as she stole a quick glance at her friend.
Draco's visage was the same as ever, but very faint pink dust perched on the bridge of his nose. Emery touched her own cheeks, and was startled to feel a sudden warm rush to her fingertips.
That would mean one thing: her cheeks were redder than Draco's, and she probably looked like a human tomato.
Great. He has to be really uncomfortable. Why did you put your arm around him?! Why are you such a scaredy cat? Emery groaned internally. What if he hates me for life? I'll have no more friends!
Shut up, Emery, she scolded herself. He won't hate you. I mean, it's not logical. At most he will just start to avoid you and-
"We're here," Draco announced, halting in front of a shrunken looking shop, the front windows dusty and dilapidated from neglect.
Emery squinted at the faded lettering on the front door. "B-Borgin and Burkes?"
She turned to her friend, curious. "What is this place?"
"The place where I will meet my dad," Draco replied, flashing a smug grin.
"I know that," Emery deadpanned. "What I'm asking is what kind of shop it is."
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
"Jerk," Emery muttered.
"This way, milady," Draco mocked, a fake posh voice as he held the door open for Emery.
"Thank you, good sir," Emery retorted with the same amount of fakeness .
A damp and musty scent lingered in the shop of Borgin and Burkes. Emery glanced around; expecting to see cobwebs and dust, but the store was surprisingly well kept. The shop was large and spacious, and shelves lined the walls, holding peculiar and rather morbid products, such as a pack of bloody cards and a severed human hand.
Draco strutted to the front desk where the store owner sat, polishing a mirror. Like the things the store sold, the man was shrunken and ancient, his greasy hair smoothed into two brown curtains hanging limply on each side of his face.
Emery felt a distinct air of greediness around him, and even Nox emerged from her arms to hiss at the man.
If Nox thinks he's bad, then this man definitely cannot be trusted, Emery thought, slowly following Draco.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," the man greeted in a voice as oily as his hair. Draco straightened up, pleased at being called something so formal and important.
Watch out, Draco's ego has just inflated, Emery snickered internally.
"Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. My father has told me he would arrive at your shop for some business," Draco said importantly, unaware of Emery's amusement. "I would like to meet him here. Is there any chance my father has arrived?"
"I am sorry, Mr. Malfoy. Your father has not yet arrived," Mr. Borgin bowed low. "Would you care to look around my humble shop, see any things that interest you…?"
"Oh, well, I shall…" Draco replied, turning away from the counter to examine the shelves, as Mr. Borgin hovered around him, explaining to him what each item was.
Emery stood in place awkwardly, holding Nox as she watched Draco and Mr. Borgin. Feeling bored, she looked around the shop, recoiling in disgust as her eyes landed on a single human eyeball.
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, hoping to disappear from this place and appear again in Snape Manor.
And then-she heard something…distinct and something apart from Mr. Borgin's prattle about his products to Draco.
It was a beautiful voice…a hypnotizing melody that echoed in her mind again and again…
Mali noćni cvet…Doрi kod mene, moja Lolita…
Huh…What…?
Moj mali noжni cvet…dodi ovamo…
Dođi ovde...
What is this…who is this…?
Is someone calling me…?
Who
Is
It?
"Emery!"
Wait…that's not the same voice as before…
I wonder who it is…
"Emery!"
No…wait…isn't….this Draco?
"EMERY!"
"G-Gah!"
A pair of concerned silver eyes swam in front of Emery's vision. She blinked and realized her friend was in front of her, propping her up on a shelf.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, scrutinizing her carefully.
"Wh-what…how did I get here?"
"You looked like you were having a fit…" Draco told her. "You suddenly started to shake, and then you kept repeating a sentence in another language...it was really scary and weird."
"I-I did?" Emery said faintly. "Oh…"
"What is up with you, Emery?" Draco asked again, half scared and half angry. "First you are weird about the wand incident, and then it's this! What is up with you?"
"I don't know," Emery said truthfully. "I really don't know what caused me to act like this…"
Draco sighed. "You know, Emery, you really are something. But…if you do know something…remember to tell me…" his voice got softer, "after all, I am your friend…"
"Thanks Draco," Emery smiled. "I really appreciate it."
A soft meow came from the ground. Nox stood on its hind legs, its two front paws resting on Emery's jeans.
The Kneazle's two mismatched irises shined playfully, as if to say, don't forget about me!
Emery laughed. "Yeah, Nox. Kudos to you too."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Stupid Cat…"
"Nuh-uh-uh…Draco, be nice…"
"You're weird."
"Haha. Very funny," Emery sent a sarcastic wink to Draco. "But…Draco…can I ask you a question?"
"Uh…Sure…"
"What did I say?"
"What do you mean?"
"What did I say when I was having that fit?"
"Oh…that…" Draco pursed his lips.
"I think it was in another language…you said…
Ne možeš se zauvek skrivati, mali noćni cvetu…"
*You can't hide forever, little nightflower…
Emery sighed. Finally, finally, she was on the Hogwarts express, going to Hogwarts! Sitting down with Draco in an empty compartment, she leaned against the window, thinking about her time at Diagon Alley.
It was interesting and stimulating experience, especially the weird voice calling her…what was it…? Oh yes, Moj mali noжni cvet.
Whatever that meant.
Luckily, after the Borgin and Burkes incident, she didn't have any more of the peculiar shaking….fits.
She was still worried. Why was she acting like this? Was it normal for an eleven year old witch to act like this?
It'll be okay, she reassured herself. This probably stress from reading books late into 1 am, she thought, rubbing her face. Nothing like a Potion from Uncle Sev can't fix…
Not to mention the fiasco at Flourish and Blotts, she scoffed inwardly. That idiot Lockheart pulled me and Harry into taking that picture. And the brawl between Mr. Weasely and Mr. Malfoy. That was a bit ridiculous, but expected.
"You, what are you doing here?" A shrill and snotty voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw a pug faced girl with short, choppy brown hair. Emery instantly sensed she was not going to get along with her.
"I'm sitting here," Emery replied coolly.
"I asked you, what are you doing here?" The girl shrilled, taking a step towards her, trying to appear intimidating.
"Relax, Pansy, she's with me," a familiar voice came from the compartment door. Draco was standing there, with two broad shouldered boys on each side of him.
"Drakey-Poo!" Pansy squealed, forgetting about Emery completely. She ran over and latched onto Draco's arm like a leech, as Draco shook her off, annoyed.
"Hey, Emery," Draco drawled, plopping down next to her.
"Hey, Drake," Emery replied casually. She lowered her voice, "Do you have any less annoying friends?" She asked, indicating pug face Parkinson.
Draco hid a smirk as he whispered, "Yeah, I do. Don't worry."
"What are you two whispering about?" Parkinson snapped, crossing her arms. "You, don't steal my Drakey-Poo from me!"
A tick mark appeared on Emery's forehead. "He is not your 'Drakey-Poo'," she said, using quotation marks. "And my name is not 'you' either, so I'll appreciate if you don't call me that."
Pug face sneered. "You're just jealous that he likes me better than you, loser."
"Who said I was jealous?" Emery asked calmly, her green eyes turning icy cold. "Besides, I'd much rather be a loser than be a Pug faced prissy."
She rolled her eyes. "You know what, I can already feel that I'm losing brain cells from talking to you," she stood up abruptly and walked over to the compartment door.
"Peace out, Draco," Emery waved goodbye. "Hope I see you soon."
With a slam, she closed the compartment door. Running her hands through her hair, she leaned against the door, listening to Parkinson sneer insults and Draco not even bothering to correct her.
She sighed, feeling a stab of sadness and betrayal as she walked down the train corridor. She was alone. Well, that wasn't unexpected. She usually lurked in the shadows as she watched other kids play on the playground in Muggle school.
It still hurt, though. She had hoped she would make a least few friends in Hogwarts, but to her that seemed unlikely. Within 20 minutes of boarding the Hogwarts Express she had already made a new enemy.
"Emery! Over here!"
A familiar, slightly bossy voice came from a nearby compartment. Emery turned, and saw Hermione Granger waving at her, beckoning her to come over.
With a smile, she slid open the door and saw Hermione with a pile of books in her arms (no surprises there) with a girl and a boy sitting on the other side of her. Her eyes flashing in recognition, she realized the girl was the same doll faced girl from Madam Malkin's.
The girl, Charlotte, greeted her with smile as the boy's hazel eyes bored into the side of her face. Emery sat down next to Hermione, fishing a Chocolate bar out of her pocket, and tore open the wrapper with a satisfying rip.
"This is Charlotte Abbot," Hermione introduced, pointing to the blond girl, "She's the little sister of Hannah Abbot, who is in our year."
"Nice to meet you again," Charlotte said, shyly tucking a strand of her golden hair behind her ear.
"Likewise," Emery nodded, taking a bite out of her chocolate bar.
"You guys already know each other?" Hermione asked, setting her book down in her lap.
"Yeah…we met at Madam Malkin's." Emery replied, preparing to take a huge bit out of her bar.
Awkward silence fell between the three Hogwarts students, excluding Emery, who had already finished her chocolate bar and was rummaging in her schoolbag for another.
"Aha! Finally found one!" She exclaimed, thrusting out another bar triumphantly.
All three heads snapped toward her, their eyebrows raised.
"Haha…" Emery blanched, then laughed sheepishly. "Don't mind me, just fulfilling my chocolate needs…"
Hermione sweatdropped while the other two Hogwarts students still eyed her curiously.
"Anyway…" Emery pulled the hem of Hermione's sleeve. "Who's the guy? You didn't tell me yet."
"The guy?!" Hermione whispered incredulously, as if Emery had forgotten her ABCs. "He's Ashton Grey, of course! He's the firstborn son of Abraham Grey, founder of Grey industries!"
"What's Grey industries?"
"Are you kidding me?! Grey industries is a famous wizarding company that sells the most high tech astronomy products ever!"
"But we're in the wizarding world, not the Muggle world…we don't need tech."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Not like that, Emery. Grey industries blend together a mixture of tech from the Muggle world and they add a bit of magical enhancement to their products. The telescopes can let you explore thousands of universes and planets in an instant, like a trip through time and space!"
"Wow…that's cool…" Emery admitted, stealing a glance at the brown haired boy, who was staring out the window, appearing bored.
"And get this, according to Witch Weekly; he also won the best looking young prodigy award in all of Great Britain!"
"Well, I guess you can say that he's Grey as his last name," Emery joked, indicating the Ashton's expression as he looked outside the drizzling rain window.
*cue crickets chirping…
"…No?"
"Ugh, you guys are a tough crowd."
"La, la, la, we're off too Hogwarts! Hoggy, hoggy Hogwarts!" Emery sang as she skipped off the train, currently on a sugar high.
Ashton and Charlotte watched her, amused, as she twirled down the narrow path obscured by many tall trees and shrubbery.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid called, waving his lamp around. Like cattle, the first years were steered towards him, looking nervous in the dim light of the lantern Hagrid was clutching.
"C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
They followed Hagrid to a small opening between two tall pine trees. The first years trailed down the path, shivering in the clammy night air.
It was silent except for the occasional humming of Emery as she fiddled with the hem of her robe. The sugar high had erased all her nerves, and she currently had an attention span of zero.
"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened onto the edge of an inky black lake, and several small boats bobbed near the shore.
A stone castle towered on the other side, with sparkling windows and many turrets and towers. Formidable looking Gargoyles rested on its stone walls, and it was perched on a vast expanse of a tall mountain.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid shouted, shaking his lantern.
Charlotte and Ashton followed behind Emery as they slipped into the small wooden boat. A girl with short choppy hair also joined, and as Emery glanced at her, she was greeted with the same disturbing crimson eyes in Daigon Alley.
"Hey, is that you, Cara?" Emery asked hesitantly.
The girl turned, and Emery's stomach lurched involuntarily, as Cara's blood red eyes glinted sharply in recognition.
"Hey," Cara said, "You're Emery, aren't you?"
"Yeah," she replied, fidgeting nervously. Her gut churned as she looked at her, and she had to steady her breathing as she looked at the disturbingly familiar red orbs that chased her in her dreams.
"So…" Emery trailed off. "How're you doing? Are your glasses all right?"
"Oh, my glasses are fine," she said as she dipped a finger into the inky black surface of the lake, creating a trail of ripples.
"How about you?" Cara asked as she took her finger out of the water and dried it on the hem of her robe.
"Yeah, I'm good…" Emery said, not adding the part where Cara's eyes were scaring the hell out of her.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" She asked, changing the subject.
"Probably Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Cara said, not taking her eyes off the lake. (Which Emery was quite thankful for.)
"One of my friends is in Slytherin," Emery smiled, "His name is Draco, and…"
Cara's pov (Point of view)
This girl is interesting… Cara thought as she watched Emery ramble on about this so called Draco person in Slytherin.
They seemed quite close. Given time, the two's relationship could blossom into something more than friendships. Given time, they could be lovers.
But time was not given, especially in Emery's case. The little nightflower of the Sirens, having an emotional attachment? Ridiculous!
Well, not that she could even be worthy of the Ogrlicu od sirene. Filtering the Nox eternus was already hard enough, and if she wore her heart on her sleeve, if she got attached too easily, her soul would collapse within moments of attaining the Siren's necklace.
Then Cara's job would be finished for her.
I promised that I would avenge you, Grandmama…and I intend to fulfill that promise…
Oh yes, she, Carnation Nightshade Laplume, would kill Emery.
Siren's necklace or not.
She just had to wait for the right moment…
The boat stopped with a small bump as they came to the shore. Feeling the sugar high wear off, Emery stumbled off the boat, nearly bumping into Charlotte.
The group of First years went up the flight of the stone steps, Hagrid checking them off one by one.
"All righ', everyone here?" He shouted, his black beetle eyes raking over the heads of students and stopped momentarily at Emery, giving her a small wink.
Hagrid raised a fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
The door swung open immediately, and Emery's eyes came to rest on a stern looking black haired woman clad in bottle green robes.
This must be the Professor McGonagall Harry mentions in his letters, Emery thought.
The woman, Professor McGonagall, adjusted her gold rimmed glasses and nodded at Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid," she said, "I will take the first years from here."
She pushed open the great oak doors and the group of first years trickled forward. Emery followed her past a doorway where she could hear hundreds of voices filter through the doors.
It was probably where the rest of the school-and her brother- already was, but Professor McGonagall led them to an empty corridor, and the first years squeezed in, looking about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Professor McGonagall's eyes lingered on Ashton's messy, windswept hair, and Charlotte's wrinkled cloak. Emery nervously tried to untangle the knots in her hair.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
With a swish of her black cloak, she left the chamber.
Emery fidgeted with her hands, staring at the flagged stone floor underneath her. She heard a girl on her right whisper to her friend, "I heard we have to do some kind of test. My brother said they would take a sample of or blood and see if we were worthy or not."
Emery scoffed inwardly. She knew this wasn't true, for Harry had already clearly stated in his letters that they would try on some sort of hat…what was it? Oh yes, The Sorting hat.
The only thing she was worried about was getting into the "right" house.
She didn't have anything against each of the houses. It was just that Ginny had said to her that Gryffindor, apparently, was the "right" house, Hufflepuffs were pushovers, Ravenclaw were for the nerds, and the people in Slytherin were all evil.
She didn't believe in those things, but as the little sister of the great and famous Harry Potter she would likely expected to be sorted into Gryffindor. It'd be a disappointment if she was sorted into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, and an even bigger disappointment if she was sorted into Slytherin.
Emery pondered over these stressing thoughts as the minutes ticked by. For what seemed like an eternity, Professor McGonagall finally returned, looking down at them imperiously.
"Now, form a line," she said, "and follow me."
Emery shuffled behind Cara as the first years followed McGonagall to the large, slanted doorway to the right. The first years walked together in odd, misshapen lumps, each trying not to be seen in the front of the line.
Emery's eyes widened as she took in the spectacular view. Four, long, mahogany tables covered most of the halls, where older students sat and stared, clad in different colors, each consisting of red, blue, green or yellow.
Floating candles were much of the room's main light source, and they burned brightly, illuminating the faces below with a pale, ghostly light. For the record, there was also another light source, which didn't yield as much brightness, but was the most breathtaking thing Emery had ever seen.
A velvety black expanse hovered over the heads of teachers and students, a slivery white splash of stars scattered throughout the inky night sky. The masterpiece above resembled Van Gough's famous painting Starry Night, and Emery was sure it could rival the beauty of the Milky Way itself.
Out the corner of her eye, she noticed Professor McGonagall place a ragged looking pointed wizard's hat on a stool. It was dirty, extremely frayed, and patches of worn brown cloth was falling out. It looked like it had been through rain and shine-and of course it was, for as dirty and worn out the hat was, it was the precious artifact of Hogwarts itself, existing at the roots of the famous school.
Emery stared at it for a few curious seconds, wondering what it was going to do. Maybe it's going to start tap dancing, Emery thought-rather sarcastically. Finally, the hat gave a slight jerk, like a mouse twitching in a mousetrap. A rip in the brim opened wide like a mouth, and it started to sing-in a surprisingly human voice.
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 fen.
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 favourites 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!
Applause burst from each of the four tables, and Emery caught Draco's eye, who was sitting in the far right, with the pug face latched onto his arm. Draco nodded, giving her a slightly stiff smile, which Emery tool as a sign of encouragement, for Draco smirked and scowled so much he probably forgot how to smile.
Emery then turned and saw Hermione at the table decked with the brilliant red and gold colors, giving her a thumbs up, and mouthing to Emery, Where are Ron and Harry?
Emery mouthed back, I don't know. She just realized that she didn't see her brother and his friend on the train, and had just assumed they had left poor Hermione alone.
Well, I do hope my brother will at least see my sorting...Emery thought hopefully.
Harry was probably there, Emery reassured herself. His messy black hair and bright emerald eyes were probably hidden in the masses of students.
She barely had time to ponder these thoughts when Professor McGonagall pulled out a foot long yellowed sheath of parchment, and began calling off names in Alphabetical order.
"Abbot, Charlotte!"
Charlotte stumbled up to the stool, hiding her face in her pigtails. As soon as the hat touched her head, it roared 'Hufflepuff!"
"Alakia, Arla!"
A small girl with distinct pink hair was called to the front. Slipping the hat on her head, a roar of "Gryffindor!" was soon heard after. Slightly trembling, the girl took off the hat and walked over to the table decked with the red and gold banners.
"Alaska, Cristine!"
"Slytherin!"
The table where Draco sat applauded loudly, and the regal like Cristine strutted over, in a perfect impression of Draco. Emery had to stifle her giggles as she looked away.
"Amouteru, Adelina!"
"Slytherin!"
Then Carlynne, Billings became the first Ravenclaw. The table with the bronze and blue banners exploded loudly, a few Ravenclaws getting up and clapping the girl on the shoulder.
After Carlynne was Naida, Brocklehurst.
"Hufflepuff!" The hat roared.
Then Marcille Cheang, Anett Chasalow, and Colin Creevey were in turn sorted in Gryffindor.
"Rodriguez, Cusimano!"
"Hufflepuff!"
Emery watched, half nervous and half excited, as she watched nervous first years stumble onto the stool and put the sorting hat on. Twiddling with the tie on the front of her robes, she noticed that the tie's colors would change from bleak gray to the colors the owner was sorted into.
Harry's tie was red and gold for Gryffindor. Green and silver for Slytherin, Yellow and black for Hufflepuff, and Blue and bronze for Ravenclaw.
"Grey, Ashton!"
The young heir to the famous company strode forward, his face not betraying the slightest trace of emotion. He slipped on the hat gracefully and within a few seconds, a roar of "Gryffindor!" echoed throughout the hall.
The minutes and seconds flew by, and Emery started to grow nervous, wringing the hem of her robe as she watched the first years slip out of the line. She then moved on to nibbling her fingernails and compromised with twirling locks of her hair.
What house would she be in? What house?
As "Portman, Daniel" was called, a shout of "Gryffindor!" came from the hat. Emery saw the first year's tie change into the colors of brilliant gold and red.
"Potter, Emery!"
Emery's head snapped up, and clenching her fists tightly, she treaded to the rickety stool, meeting eyes with Uncle Sev, who was sitting at the Staff table among the other teachers. Giving her a curt nod, he leaned forward, and clasped his pale fingers together, surveying her closely.
Whispers trailed after her with each step she took. She caught phrases like Emery Potter? There's a second Potter?, or There's simply no way she's related to Harry Potter.
Brushing the comments off, she took a deep breath and jammed the hat on. The sorting hat slipped over her eyes and obscured her vision, so all she could see was the black inside of the hat.
"Another Potter, eh?"
Emery blanched slightly as a shrewd voice whispered into her ear.
A great mind, this one has...Not unlike your mother...a thirst for knowledge...
You do seem ambitious-I also see bravery...and my, my, a talent for lying and hiding your emotions...I'm sure it will prove quite useful for you in the future, little nightflower...
"Um, excuse me, can I take a request...?" Emery whispered. "I know sorting me in Gryffindor will be the most logical decision, for everyone expects me to be sorted in that House. To help me keep up my brother's reputation, can you sort me in that house?"
I see now, the hat mused. You are the type of person to think before you jump. Using logic and statistics, you use your mind, not your heart, to make choices. Good, good, we have a competent Nosilac sirene.
Then let's make it...
"RAVENCLAW!"
Yay! Our little Emery's a Ravenclaw now!
And before you contradict me with saying that I'm a Ravenclaw and I'm biased, let me explain to you why.
I do admit partly the reason she's a Ravenclaw is because I'm a bit biased, but I admire, cool, calm, collected characters. Besides, the main reason of Emery becoming a Ravenclaw is because she's going to consist of a friend group called the Hogwarts Four. (I bolded the words for extra emphasis, hehe.)
Review if you thought she would become a Ravenclaw!
Peace out, Gemstone101