Potter, You Rotter
Chapter 2, To Sort, or not to Sort
The train ride to Hogwarts was rather long, but none of the Weasleys, or Potters cared. Michael and James were constantly either eating or talking,
Oh while Gwen was (or trying rather) turning Lupita yellow, or blue or some colour that she wasn't naturally. And Lupita stayed busy, reading, writing, or banging on the window with her drumsticks that her father had gotten her for her birthday ("Big mistake!" Michael replies, with a headache.)
The four, stepped out of the train with the other first years when they got to Hogwarts and rode in the boats. The Great Hall was packed with eager students, waiting for the sorting ceremony to start, so they could eat afterwards.
"I have a bit of a question." Lupita started. "What if we don't all get in the same house?"
"Don't worry, Loops. I mean, all of our parents were in Gryffindor." Her brother (tried) to reassure her.
"Yes, but do remember those Patil girls, that mum told us about. They were twins, and-and. RAVENCLAW AND GRYFFINDOR!" Lupita sobbed. While Gwen tried to comfort her.
"Now, when I call your name, you come up and sit on the stool, and but on the Sorting Hat." Said a lady with dark hair, and glasses. It was Professor McGongall. She had gone down the list, until finally: "Potter, Gwenth!" There were gasps, but Gwen and her brother were used to the celebrity of their father.
She put on the hat, falling over her her black hair and vivid blue eyes. The hat began to whisper in her ear: "I think that you're the smart one, of your family, aren't you?" Yes, she thought. Yeah, I am. "But you're quite the trouble-maker? Potter, you can tell. It's in you. Therefore, I'm going to put you into.... SLYTHERIN!" the hat screamed. Now, this had caused a rumble in the hall because of her father's mishaps with Lord Voldemort and Slytherin itself. And everyone was amazed to see that; she was smiling as she sat next to a boy with blonde hair. Lyle Malfoy.
"Oh, dear! Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! We're all going to be in Slytherin!" Lupita bellowed. And Snape and the rest of the Slytherins turned at her, with a ticked off look. "...Said.... um...er...Aphrodite! Yes, The End! Heheheh." She made up, hiding behind her brother.
James was called next as her gallantly sat on the stool as it whispered: "Potter's son, and Weasley, the young one. I believe that you'd best belong with the rest of them... GRYFFINDOR!" the hat said. James' face had sweat pouring down it, and Lupita stopped crying.
"THERE'S HOPE FOR US ALL!" she screamed. Ignoring everyone else.
Finally, at the end of the list, "Weasley, Lupita!" She was as nervous as anything, stepping up from her hiding spot. And tried on the hat.
"Weasley and Granger's daughter. You're timid at times, and sometimes a little, too alive, I daresay. Musician? Renaissance. You can do a lot, but common sense can be the killer. I say... HUFFLEPUFF!" Lupita hoped that her brother was going to be with her, but turning to the Hufflepuff Table, they seemed nice. Or nicer than Gwen and the "gang". I think I'm going to like it here, Lupita thought.
Next was her brother. He sat on the stool, closed his eyes, and the hat spoke. "Smart. Your judgment is good. You take after your mother. Unlike your sister, who is most like your dad? Redheaded, tall, the whole works. I'll put you where your mother would've gone, if it weren't for fate.... RAVENCLAW!" And there it was. The sorting was over. And the Dream Team was destroyed.
Chapter 2, To Sort, or not to Sort
The train ride to Hogwarts was rather long, but none of the Weasleys, or Potters cared. Michael and James were constantly either eating or talking,
Oh while Gwen was (or trying rather) turning Lupita yellow, or blue or some colour that she wasn't naturally. And Lupita stayed busy, reading, writing, or banging on the window with her drumsticks that her father had gotten her for her birthday ("Big mistake!" Michael replies, with a headache.)
The four, stepped out of the train with the other first years when they got to Hogwarts and rode in the boats. The Great Hall was packed with eager students, waiting for the sorting ceremony to start, so they could eat afterwards.
"I have a bit of a question." Lupita started. "What if we don't all get in the same house?"
"Don't worry, Loops. I mean, all of our parents were in Gryffindor." Her brother (tried) to reassure her.
"Yes, but do remember those Patil girls, that mum told us about. They were twins, and-and. RAVENCLAW AND GRYFFINDOR!" Lupita sobbed. While Gwen tried to comfort her.
"Now, when I call your name, you come up and sit on the stool, and but on the Sorting Hat." Said a lady with dark hair, and glasses. It was Professor McGongall. She had gone down the list, until finally: "Potter, Gwenth!" There were gasps, but Gwen and her brother were used to the celebrity of their father.
She put on the hat, falling over her her black hair and vivid blue eyes. The hat began to whisper in her ear: "I think that you're the smart one, of your family, aren't you?" Yes, she thought. Yeah, I am. "But you're quite the trouble-maker? Potter, you can tell. It's in you. Therefore, I'm going to put you into.... SLYTHERIN!" the hat screamed. Now, this had caused a rumble in the hall because of her father's mishaps with Lord Voldemort and Slytherin itself. And everyone was amazed to see that; she was smiling as she sat next to a boy with blonde hair. Lyle Malfoy.
"Oh, dear! Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! We're all going to be in Slytherin!" Lupita bellowed. And Snape and the rest of the Slytherins turned at her, with a ticked off look. "...Said.... um...er...Aphrodite! Yes, The End! Heheheh." She made up, hiding behind her brother.
James was called next as her gallantly sat on the stool as it whispered: "Potter's son, and Weasley, the young one. I believe that you'd best belong with the rest of them... GRYFFINDOR!" the hat said. James' face had sweat pouring down it, and Lupita stopped crying.
"THERE'S HOPE FOR US ALL!" she screamed. Ignoring everyone else.
Finally, at the end of the list, "Weasley, Lupita!" She was as nervous as anything, stepping up from her hiding spot. And tried on the hat.
"Weasley and Granger's daughter. You're timid at times, and sometimes a little, too alive, I daresay. Musician? Renaissance. You can do a lot, but common sense can be the killer. I say... HUFFLEPUFF!" Lupita hoped that her brother was going to be with her, but turning to the Hufflepuff Table, they seemed nice. Or nicer than Gwen and the "gang". I think I'm going to like it here, Lupita thought.
Next was her brother. He sat on the stool, closed his eyes, and the hat spoke. "Smart. Your judgment is good. You take after your mother. Unlike your sister, who is most like your dad? Redheaded, tall, the whole works. I'll put you where your mother would've gone, if it weren't for fate.... RAVENCLAW!" And there it was. The sorting was over. And the Dream Team was destroyed.