A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Sophie's Shelf: scenarios - Meeting at Hogwarts for the first time

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Magical Mistletoe – Hermione/Fay Dunbar

Eastern Funfair – Yuletide step 3 burning - (color) Brown

Word Count: 607

Fay paused in the doorway. She'd heard her name called; Fay Dunbar. The whole Great Hall was staring at her. They were staring at her limp brown hair, her too long legs, her gawky body, but most of all, they were staring at her too large hand me down robes. She'd been so excited when she'd gotten her letter.

Her parents had told her about the magical world, but they'd also told her that she was most likely never going to be part of it. Her mum was a squib and her father was a Muggle. From a young age, Fay had never demonstrated anything that remotely resembled magic.

Sure, she'd done a few odd things. The fall from the stairs hadn't hurt her. The lost objects she was searching for usually turned up fairly quickly. The cat had been the weirdest thing though. She still swore it had meowed at her and she'd understood it. Her mum had said it was impossible, that even witches and wizards couldn't communicate with animals like that.

"Fay Dunbar," Professor McGonagall announced again. Fay felt someone push her from behind. She took two steps into the Great Hall and tried to ignore all the eyes staring at her. She pretended she didn't hear their whispers.

"Dunbar? As in the disgraced Dunbars?"

"Look at her, she looks like a scarecrow, think she'll scare the Ravenclaws away?" She didn't know who was speaking. There were too many people She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if she could make a run for it. Would they even let her leave now? Her eyes caught the eyes of a bushy haired girl. The girl gave her a huge smile. Fay blinked. The girl's teeth weren't perfect, they were a little too large in front.

If that girl could smile with her not perfect teeth, maybe Fay could keep walking on her too long legs. Maybe the smiling girl didn't care if Fay was perfect? Fay stepped up to the front of the room and looked at everyone. Carefully she sat down on the stool and allowed the hat to be placed on her lanky boring brown hair. The hat had barely touched her head before it shouted.

"Gryffindor!" Fay couldn't believe it. She was in the brave house? She didn't feel particularly brave as she made her way to the table. She heard a few other names being called as she sank into her seat. Finally she saw the bushy haired girl walk into the front of the room. Fay crossed her fingers.

"Please let her be a Gryffindor, please," she begged silently. The hat spent a few minutes in silence before declaring that Hermione Granger was also a Gryffindor. Fay smiled, the first real smile since she'd gotten here.

"Hermione!" she called. "Come sit by me!" A few moments later, Hermione slid into the empty seat next to Fay.

"Hello, I'm Fay."

"Hermione, you alright? You looked scared earlier."

"I was, but then you smiled at me, and I wasn't."

"Good, because I don't think magic is scary and I like your hair. It looks easy to brush," Hermione stated. Fay giggled.

"I like your teeth."

"My teeth? But they're huge!"

"They're cute, like you, and I like the fact they're not perfect and boring. Are you boring?"

"I like to read, so people say I am?"

"I like to read too! I was so excited about getting in here, I read the Hogwarts: A History five times!"

"I read it six!" Hermione exclaimed. The pair of them had completely forgotten about the sorting going on behind them, completely wrapped up in each other.