"No more'n three to a boat!" yelled the great hairy giant, taking a whole canoe for himself. The boat bobbed and let at least an inch worth of water flow inside.
Andrew sat down in a boat with a couple burly Slytherin-looking kids. "Hi," he said awkwardly, grabbing a paddle. Just then, Peony Mowbray came over. "I'm sitting there," she said, pushing Andrew into the water.
Andrew had never excelled in swimming. He bobbed for a second and then sank, the last thing he saw before going under was Peony's scared face. He took it she hadn't meant to push him underwater.
Just when he thought he wouldn't live another minute without oxygen a weird tentacle thing pushed him up towards the surface.
Rubbing his eyes and looking around, he saw the canoes floating towards the castle. In a sudden anger, he realized that Peony hadn't even asked the hairy man for help. How chicken, he thought. She'd rather risk his life than her good reputation with the teachers.
The only option seemed to be to try to swim to the castle. He did a odd version of the dog paddle for a few feet, than gave up and treaded water. The castle seemed so far away. Something brushed his foot, and he remembered the tentacle. Suddenly he freaked out and kicked frantically, propelling him speedily.
About an half-hour later, he decided there was no way he could keep this up. He was famished, not having eaten anything but a Chocolate Frog since breakfast, and he was tired. He floated on his back.
Andrew woke up in the complete dark of night. He had washed up on the shore of a forest, not at all where he wanted to be at nighttime. "You're a Slytherin, or you're gonna be one, at least, so you gotta be tough." He told himself, then felt stupid for talking to himself.
Suddenly he heard a rustling in the bushes beside him. Then a black, shadow like thing rose over him, and covered him like a blanket. Feeling like he was suffocating for the second time in a few hours, he fought its grasp and managed to get free, but just barely.
Running for his life (literally), he realized it wasn't a great idea to run around in forests while it was pitch black. Fumbling around, he managed to find his way on to a path. And then he ran into something–or someone.
"Oof!" said the someone (he knew it was the latter because it talked).
A match lighted and he was staring into the face of a giant man. "What're ya doin' out here? We've been lookin' all over fer ya. Ya must be Andra Hupp."
"Yeah, that's me." he said. "I was pushed out of the boat by Peony. I just now got on shore."
Hagrid was listening. "Headmaster's gonna be furious ya ran off like thet."
"But--"
"No buts about it, c'mon. Now."
And so Andrew got in trouble for that. Nobody seemed to want to listen to his story. And then they brought the hat so he could be sorted.
Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, please, Slytherin. He thought.
Slytherin? Responded the hat. You should be in Gryffindor. I don't know if the Slytherins would take kindly to you anyway, since you're not a pureblood.
Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, please, Slytherin.
Fine, whatever. said the hat unhappily. But you're going to regret your decision.
Thanks. He thought, grinning at his good fortune.
And that was how he got sorted.
And back to the story.
Andrew sat down in a boat with a couple burly Slytherin-looking kids. "Hi," he said awkwardly, grabbing a paddle. Just then, Peony Mowbray came over. "I'm sitting there," she said, pushing Andrew into the water.
Andrew had never excelled in swimming. He bobbed for a second and then sank, the last thing he saw before going under was Peony's scared face. He took it she hadn't meant to push him underwater.
Just when he thought he wouldn't live another minute without oxygen a weird tentacle thing pushed him up towards the surface.
Rubbing his eyes and looking around, he saw the canoes floating towards the castle. In a sudden anger, he realized that Peony hadn't even asked the hairy man for help. How chicken, he thought. She'd rather risk his life than her good reputation with the teachers.
The only option seemed to be to try to swim to the castle. He did a odd version of the dog paddle for a few feet, than gave up and treaded water. The castle seemed so far away. Something brushed his foot, and he remembered the tentacle. Suddenly he freaked out and kicked frantically, propelling him speedily.
About an half-hour later, he decided there was no way he could keep this up. He was famished, not having eaten anything but a Chocolate Frog since breakfast, and he was tired. He floated on his back.
Andrew woke up in the complete dark of night. He had washed up on the shore of a forest, not at all where he wanted to be at nighttime. "You're a Slytherin, or you're gonna be one, at least, so you gotta be tough." He told himself, then felt stupid for talking to himself.
Suddenly he heard a rustling in the bushes beside him. Then a black, shadow like thing rose over him, and covered him like a blanket. Feeling like he was suffocating for the second time in a few hours, he fought its grasp and managed to get free, but just barely.
Running for his life (literally), he realized it wasn't a great idea to run around in forests while it was pitch black. Fumbling around, he managed to find his way on to a path. And then he ran into something–or someone.
"Oof!" said the someone (he knew it was the latter because it talked).
A match lighted and he was staring into the face of a giant man. "What're ya doin' out here? We've been lookin' all over fer ya. Ya must be Andra Hupp."
"Yeah, that's me." he said. "I was pushed out of the boat by Peony. I just now got on shore."
Hagrid was listening. "Headmaster's gonna be furious ya ran off like thet."
"But--"
"No buts about it, c'mon. Now."
And so Andrew got in trouble for that. Nobody seemed to want to listen to his story. And then they brought the hat so he could be sorted.
Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, please, Slytherin. He thought.
Slytherin? Responded the hat. You should be in Gryffindor. I don't know if the Slytherins would take kindly to you anyway, since you're not a pureblood.
Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, please, Slytherin.
Fine, whatever. said the hat unhappily. But you're going to regret your decision.
Thanks. He thought, grinning at his good fortune.
And that was how he got sorted.
And back to the story.
