Navaho: I meant to say happy "early" birthday because your had your party that week. P.S. Are you going to bring donuts to school on your real one? Please *Makes puppy face*
Yes, is at the moment unclear which side Jamie is on. She's definetly not completely evil, but she does seem to have anger issues...
This pointless paragraph about German Shepherd dogs is not nessacery to read, it is meant to tourcher Navaho by learning pointless, boring information about the breed (so Nave you better be reading this, i don't care if you're bored to tears!) If you just want to read it because you like German Shepherds be my guest, but don't say I didn't warn you if your eyes melt: Though given a bad reputation after World War II, as being Hitler favorite dog, the German Shepherd is also very much hated. Also known for being the number one biter in the canine list, German Shepherds can bite what is worth more than 280 pounds, which by the way is the second strongest dog bite right after the Rottweiler (yes folks, neither the Doberman, nor the Pit Bull have the strongest bites.) They are highly intelligant, eager to please, so they are very trainable. Smart, loving, loyal (as you can see from what we know about Toby), kind-hearted, and a great companion. Probably just about the best dog you can get in my opinion (besides the Golden Retriever). They are good with families of small children which they will be very gentle too, but watch out for strangers, they can be very protective of their pack. Overall, if you're looking for a hard-working, self-confident, family dog, the German Shepherd is just about the best you can get.
Yes, I finally updated! I've just been so busy with homework and stuff. Middle school is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard!!! I got to stay home from school today because I was sick!
Draco just kind of ignored me for the next few hours. "So," I said finally, "what house do you thin is the best?"
"Slytherin," he said imedatly. Then he was silent again.
"Why Slytherin?" I asked, remembering what Harry had said about all Slytherins being evil.
"Because it is the best," he said simply, "only those who are worthy can get in," he said with a slight sneer in his voice.
"Such as?"
"Myself."
I hid a smile. "No to mention their complete modesty," I muttered.
"Well, what can I say. We are the best. Unlike those Griffindors, they think they're so great. But they're really not. All that house has in it are mudbloods and blood trators! Us Slytherins are perfectly pure. Only purebloods."
"What about half-bloods?" I asked. McGonagall had explained to me the blood standers of wizardry: there was complete pure blood, which I was guessing that boy was from, it's when both of your parents were witches and wizards, and they came from all wizard and witch families. There was standered pureblood which was your parents were wizards but you have some muggle blood in you. Thin purebloods, where one parent was born from muggles, and the other was a pureblood, or they both were half-bloods. I was a half-blood, when one parent is magical and the other isn't. Since my dad was a muggles and accrording to McGonagall, my mother was a witch. And lastly there was muggleborn. Muggleborns, well I think you can figure it out on your on by the title, wizards or witches born from two muggle parents. Some pureblood wizards didn't like muggles, and they thought wizards were superior to them. A bad name for a muggleborn is a "mudblood". I thought it sounded unfair, it was like disgrimination! They couldn't help it after all if they weren't born in a wizard family. And people, like the Malfoys, I suposse, called pureblood wizards who liked muggles and muggleborns (like the Weasleys, I think,) were considered "bloodtrators" to them.
"Sometimes," Draco answered, "I suposse they're okay."
I felt a wave of relief, I was worried that I wouldn't fit in because I grew up around muggles.
"What's ironic is that the Griffindor symbol is lion. And Griffindor's suposse to be for the brave, right? Well a lion spends more than 90 percent of it's adult life sleeping, and the other like five to ten percent eating and pooping. While the females have do the hunting, take care of the cubs, and put up with their lazy husbands!" I recalled from an AnimalPlanet documentry. I really loved animals, more than most humans in fact! That's why I was a vegaterian. At school people called me 'the animal enciclopedia' because I knew more about mammals than any other kid in my grade. Even some of my teachers!
"And so it's the lionesses that do all the hard work," I continued. "You know, male lions don't even roar, that's their yawn! And why are they called 'King of the Jungle', when they live in the savannah?! I mean it's rediculous!" I doubted the boy was paying any attention but I didn't really care. I was fun to say random animal facts, "The males only got the credit because they have good hair!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Facinating," he said sarcastically.
I looked out the window. "Wow," was all I could think of to say. There was a huge old-fashoned purple castle surrounded by a moat. "That is so cool!" I exclaimed. The oldest thing I've ever seen was the math teacher at my school in Manhattan. Mrs. Jeepers. No one knows how old she really is, and no one wants to find out. Our school is almost a hundred years old, nobody remembers when she started working, but rumor's had it she's been since the school opened. She's a little old lady that yells at everybody, including other teachers. 'No running the hallway', 'no smiling', 'no loud breathing. See what I mean?
Draco didn't seem all that excited. His face looked pretty blank. Bored, even.
I, on the other hand was about to jump out the window with excitment. Toby wagged his tail happily (he had come back from chassing Draco's goons a while a go.)
Then the train stopped, and everybody got out.
"First years 'ear. Come on, first 'ears, don't be shy," said a huge man with a thick accent. The man had a big black droopy-looking dog--a Borehound, I think. Toby sniffed the dog in greeting. He gave me a look that said Do not worry, this dog is not a threat.
I followed him, along with about thirty other kids.
A girl with light brown hair, and blue-eyes, like the color of a dolphin, smiled at me.
"I'm Jessica," she said with a friendly smile. "Are you a first year, too?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Are you nervous?"
"You bet!"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. My brother said the school is great!"
"I'm sure it will be."
We came up to the moat. There were little boats in front. The giant told us that two to three people could fit in a boat.
"Do you want to share one?" I asked Jessica.
"Sure!" she replied.
A boy with dark hair, a red nose, and brown eyes came up to us. He was very small for his age.
"Can I share a boat with you guys?" he asked shyly.
"Alright."
"Thanks," he smiled, "I'm William."
We all squished into the tiny rowboat with Jessica and me in the front, and William and Toby in the back.
William scratched Toby behind the ears. He seemed much more comfortable around dogs than humans.
When toby licked his face, he giggled.
"This is a really nice dog."
"Thanks."
When we reached the other side of the moat my heart skipped a beat. The castle was even more beautiful from up close!
"Whoa," William and I whispered.
"Well," said Jessica, "what are we waiting for?" she jumped out of the boat.
William and I followed her.
McGonagall opened the doors and we all stepped in.
Some older kids pointed and whispered at me and Toby.
McGonagall took the first-years into a huge room that could probably fit my whole school in it. It lead to a hall where the ceilling was so high, you couldn't see the top!
"Now," McGonagall said, "in a few moment you will be sorted into your houses-"
"Ahh-ah-choo!" William sneezed.
A couple of kids laughed.
I glared at them and they were silent.
"Here," I handed him a kleenex from my pocket.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
McGonagall began to speak again. "They are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Griffidor, and Slytherin," I could tell the darkness in her voice when she said Slytherin.
I gulped, I really hoped I wouldn't be in Slytherin.
"We will be ready for you momentarily," she left the room.
"I wanna be in Ravenclaw like my mum. Or Griffindor, like my dad," Jessica stated.
"What about you?" I asked William, "where do you want to be?"
He look down at the ground. "Well....I kinda want to be in Griffindor. but I don't think I'm very brave. So I'lll probably get into Hufflepuff."
"I just don't don't want to be in Slytherin!" Jessica said, "You know, You-Know-Who was there."
William gasped, his face turned white, making his red nose stick out more than ever.
"Umm...no, I don't know who," I said, feeling inceadibly stupid.
"He's-"
McGonagall returned. "We are ready for you now."
"Well, this is it. boy," I whispered to Toby.
I gripped his leash tight in my hand, as I followed McGonagall into the Great Hall.
Yeah, it's a Friday ;D! I never thought the weekend would be here!
This is your last chance to vote on which house he should be in!
RxR!