Amelia took a deep breath in, then let it out slowly. She was nervous, and tired. Nervous of having to start at another school, and tired of having to make friends over again. But she promised herself after this last year, she would go back to Paris. She sighed, the ache in her heart growing deeper. She missed Paris terribly.

'So this is Hogwarts,' She thought, looking around. It didn't really impress her.

"Amelia Johnson?" She turned around at the sound of her name. The witch in front of her had her hair pulled back into a pun, with square framed glasses sitting on her nose. She looked to be about in her fifties, maybe early sixties, with streaks of gray running through her otherwise dark hair.

"Yes, that's me,"

"Nice to meet you, Miss Johnson. I'm Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress here at Hogwarts." Amelia nodded her head in understanding "Now, as you know, you will be sorted into your house with the first years that will be arriving soon. We have four houses here at Hogwarts: Gryffindor,-"

"Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Yes ma'am, I know. I read Hogwarts, A history on the trip over here."

"Very well then. After the first years have been sorted, I will announce your name, and you will be placed under the sorting hat. Understand?"

"Yes, Professor,"

"Good. Wait here until you are called then," With that, Professor McGonagall left, leaving Amelia to stand alone in the hallway again.

She sat in front of the school, the sorting hat on her head. Her heart was pounding.

"Hmmm... I sense pride, accomplishment, arrogancy.. Slytherin, maybe? That would definitely work..' She heard the sorting hat mutter.

'Any house is fine. I don't care.' She answered back.

"Hmmm, with that attitude, you'd do well in Gryffindor too. Very confusing indeed...'

'Like I said, I don't care. I just want to finish the year and get out of here!'

'Hmmm... Intelligent, Arrogant, Proud, Courageous, Thoughtful... So many traits that fit each house...'

'Just decide already!' Amelia was getting impatient, and the stool was hurting her bottom.

'Alright...'

"GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat yelled. Professor McGonagall took the sorting hat off, and Amelia walked to the Gryffindor table amid cheers and applause.

"Nice to meet you Amelia, I'm Peter Jones, Gryffindor house prefect."

"You too," Amelia sat down at the table, her head in her hand.

'This is going to be a long year' She thought.