Eyes - Ch. 2
Hihi :) This is the second chapter...more
of a plot to it, I'm hoping. Still not sure if I'm really gonna
stick with this...just tell me if I should stop...Review if you
find you just cannot resist...
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Chapter
Two:
Sortings
After arriving at Hogwarts
and crossing the wide lake with that huge oaf who called himself
Hagrid, all the while having to listen to the three girls' intolerable
giggles, Gabbi didn't want anything more than just to get away
from them. She was willing to bet she'd scream at the mention
of anything concerning Exploding Snap.
A strict-looking witch
had greeted them somewhat warmly at the huge castle that was Hogwarts.
As this witch led them through the Entrance Hall and into a deserted
classroom, Gabbi allowed her mind to wander.
She knew that they were
being taken to be Sorted, and she also knew that she'd be Sorted
into Slytherin; it was without doubt. She was hoping that the
Slytherins would still live up to the house tradition of producing
more Dark witches and wizards than any other house. Gabbi was
particularly looking forward to joining Voldemort and his gang
once she was old enough. Maybe sooner. Her father, of course,
was a very highly respected Death Eater specializing in the Cruciatus
Curse. She hoped to follow in his footsteps.
She was jerked sharply
back to earth as she heard a girl talking quietly behind her.
She spun around and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. This girl
was obviously a Mudblood. Filth. Rot. There was nothing
she despised more than Mudbloods, Halfbloods - anyone relating
at all to Muggles was not worth her time and effort. She herself
was a Pureblood, you could trace it back as far as you could trace
back her family history.
"...I hope it's
not anything too scary...I heard it was a test...do you know how
they Sort us?" the dark-eyed girl asked a boy standing next
to her nervously.
But before he could answer
her, "Give it a rest, Mudblood!" Gabbi spat out in disgust.
For a second the two girl's eyes met and you could see something
transpire there - then Gabbi whirled around and made a noise of
frustration.
Gasps and outbursts of
anger followed this, but Gabbi ignored it. God! How could anyone
let people like that into this school? Into any
school?! Gabbi shook her head and set about fixing her robes.
She had to look good for the Sorting, after all. I mean, she'd
be in front of the whole school!
--
Genieveve had thoroughly
enjoyed the ride across the lake to get to Hogwarts castle, but
was now starting to grow extremely nervous. She heard people discussing
this "Sorting" that was going to take place and wondered
what it was. Were they going to have to do magic? Already? And
in front of the whole school?!
She had listened nervously
to the witch - she had said her name was Professor McGonagall
- talk about the Sorting.
"You will be sorted
into houses depending on your personalities. You will eat, sleep,
and attend classes with your house. They will become somewhat
like your family while you are here."
Well, that's good. Genieveve
thought. At least it'll be easier to make friends now...this wouldn't
be too bad. If she got through this mysterious "Sorting,"
however.
She glanced around apprehensively.
A tall boy with light hair was standing next to her, and he seemed
to come from a wizarding family. Maybe he knew what this Sorting
thing was all about...
Taking a brave stab at
conversation she turned to him and whispered, "Do you - do
you know what exactly happens at the Sorting?"
"Well, no one really
knows until they do it, do they?" he smiled confidently.
"I...I hope it's
not anything too scary...I heard it was a test...do you know how
they Sort us?" she asked quietly, playing with the hem of
her robes.
Suddenly a girl in front
of Genieveve spun around, her eyes flashing. "Give it a rest,
Mudblood!" the girl spat. For a moment their eyes connected,
and Gen felt like she'd known this girl from somewhere...but then
the girl turned around abruptly and left Gen with her mouth wide
open and in shock.
The crowd was filled
with gasps, and the boy Genieveve had been talking to shouted,
"Hey, watch your mouth!" Gen was filled with the impression
that she'd said something really rude, but since she had no experience
living in the wizard world, didn't have the slightest idea why.
Mudblood, apparently, was a terrible thing to call someone, but
why had the girl called her that? What had Gen done to her?
Before she could ask
these questions, Professor McGonagall arrived and promptly announced
that they would now be sorted. Gen smoothed her robes as best
she could and ran her fingers through her hair, tucking it neatly
behind her ears. Professor McGonagall made them form a single-file
line and follow her to where they would be Sorted. Back through
the Entrance Hall, and through a pair of large double doors they
went, arriving in the Great Hall.
Gen looked around in
awe. She had never seen such a wonderful place! But she couldn't
concern herself with the lovely decorations just now - she was
afraid she might be sick. All the students sat facing them, the
light from floating candles playing across their faces as they
whispered to one another. She noticed that now, nearly everyone
was staring up toward the front of the hall, so she might as well
too. What she saw was just a plain, rather tattered and dirty
looking wizard's hat, sitting atop a plain stool. What was all
the fuss about? Just then, a rip near the brim split wide and
the hat began to sing [A/N: Poetry is not my thing - use the original
song if you like]. When it was done explaining about the different
houses, everyone in the hall applauded kindly, then went silent.
Profesor McGonagall stood
up again and announced that she would be calling them up to be
sorted in alphabetical order by last name. They were to come up
to the front of the hall when their name was called, place the
hat on their head, and wait to be sorted. Then sit at their new
house table and wait for the feast to begin.
Genieveve emitted a low
sigh of relief and studied the hat carefully. So that's
all they had to do?
"ARGYLE, KYLE!"
Professor McGonagall called.
A short, chubby boy trudged
up to the stool, placed the hat on his head and sat for a moment,
twiddling his thumbs.
"RAVENCLAW!"
the hat screamed.
There was a smattering
of polite applause as Kyle sprinted to find a seat at the Ravenclaw
table. It seemed as though he wasn't one for the spotlight.
"BARTINS, MOLLY!"
also became a Ravenclaw, then "CLIFFORD, MACENZIE!"
became a Hufflepuff.
Gen studied her sneakers,
anxiously awaiting her turn.
--
"Stupid gits,"
Gabbi muttered under her breath as "DELFORD, ELLIOTT!"
became a Gryffindor. She knew her name was quickly approaching
and smiled inwardly, feeling it wouldn't be long before she was
declared a Slytherin
"ERVIN, GABRIELLE!"
Professor McGonagall called out.
Gabbi grinned and walked
slowly up to the stool. She wanted to remember this moment forever,
the moment that would make her parents proud, knowing she followed
in their footsteps of becoming a Slytherin just like them and
their many relatives before them. Sitting down gingerly on the
stool, Gabbi crossed her legs and placed the hat on her head.
It fell past her eyes, which was all right with her; she enjoyed
darkness.
"Ooh..." a
voice in her ear trilled. "Very, very power-hungry,
aren't we? Demanding...talented, too. Well, there's no doubt here
- SLYTHERIN!"
Immensely satisfied with
herself, Gabbi gracefully took off the hat and placed it back
on the stool before walking over to her new house table and sitting
down. The boy across from her, rather pale yet handsome, held
out his hand.
"I'm Draco Malfoy,"
he said, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Gabbi Ervin,"
she said, smiling as well. She liked the look of this Draco.
"It's nice to see
the whole school hasn't yet gone to the Mudbloods," he said,
glaring up at the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
"Mmmm...I quite
agree, though there are plenty more than I'd like," she nodded.
"Hopefully the Dark
Lord will do something about that, eh?" He let out a cold
laugh.
"Let's hope!"
she laughed as well. Hogwarts wasn't so bad.
--
Genieveve realized, as
she watched Gabrielled Ervin walk triumphantly to the Slytherin
table, that this was the girl that had called her a Mudblood.
Studying the Slytherin table, she thought that they looked like
a rude bunch, the type who'd go around calling people mean names.
They, of course, did much more than just call people names.
She realized, with a
start, as she'd been gazing at the Slytherins that half of the
line had been sorted, and only herself and a few others were left
standing in line. Genieveve's nervousness level increased majorly,
sensing she was about to be called.
"VALDEN, GENIEVEVE!"
rang the voice of Professor McGonagall.
Her legs seemed to turn
into lead at that very moment, and it was very difficult to walk.
When she finally did reach the stool and the hat (after what seemed
like hours) she almost tripped over the hem of her robes as she
sat down.
Jamming the hat on her
head a bit harder than she'd intended to, she was plunged into
darkness as the brim fell over her eyes. A shrill voice in her
ear made her jump.
"Ah...you are very
talented, yes...powerful, too, though you may not realize it...lots
of bravery...well this is a hard decision...but you most certainly
belong in GRYFFINDOR!"
Sighing loudly, Genieveve
shakily removed the hat from her head and skittered over to the
Gryffindor table, which was applauding loudly. She sat down next
to a girl with long, blonde hair; a boy with jet black hair and
piercing green eyes sat directly across from her.
The girl with blonde
hair turned to her and said, "Hey, I'm Taylor Johnsten."
Taylor held out her slender-fingered hand and Genieveve shook
it gladly. "I'm Genieveve Valden. You can call me Genni -
Gen - whatever."
Taylor smiled and nodded.
The boy across from her held out his hand and said, "I'm
Harry Potter. These are my friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."
There were many hand-shakings until finally everyone had been
introduced.
"I'm starved!"
Ron Weasley, a boy with flaming red hair had exclaimed. "Come
on..."
"Ron, you're always
hungry," Hermione shook her head, grinning.
Suddenly, food appeared
on the glittering gold plates out of nowhere. Genni gasped, and
Harry laughed. "You from a Muggle family too? Don't worry,
you'll get used to it."
Genieveve looked down
at her plate, blushing. Going to a new school was not going to
be that bad - espescially with a pair of dazzling green eyes to
help her along the way.
