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Note: For this story to work, I'm going to pretty much ignore Goblet of Fire. I'm doing it on purpose, so don't send me emails saying I don't have my information right.
PART TWO
The Great Hall was gleaming, illuminated by the floating candles. Brilliant banners of the four houses and the Hogwarts crest fluttered from the enchanted ceiling, which was a clear, dark blue; the moon shining brightly. A few appetizer dishes were out, including a fruit-salad-like concoction.
"What's that?" Ron asked when they sat down, looking incredulously at the bowl. He was in a nasty mood. His face still stung where Hermione had removed the frog eyes.
"Ambrosia. 'Food of the gods!'" Fred said when he plopped down next to Harry. He sneakily took a spoonful and shoved it in his mouth. He made a face. "Er . . . more like food of some very angry gods. This stuff is gross." He wiped his spoon on Lee Jordan's napkin.
The hall was loud with anxious chatter. Hermione seemed to be reciting something under her breath, but as she recited things on a daily basis, Harry paid it no mind.
Professor McGonagall, who was standing by the door, conjured a loud bang with her wand, and everyone was quiet.
"Will everyone please take your seats? The Circe Academy students have just arrived, and I ask all of you to please calm yourselves. After they have been sorted, please accommodate them at your table and greet them politely. Then we will begin the feast. In the meantime, please be quiet and wait patiently." She strode out of the hall.
Hermione took out some note cards and immediately began looking over them, muttering to herself.
"What are those?" Harry asked.
"Huh? Oh, these, these are my notes for what I'm supposed to do as a guide."
"You didn't tell us you got the guide job!" Ron said indignantly.
"Well, I thought you would make fun of me or something like that," she said, blushing a little.
Just then, the doors were opened. Everyone twisted around in their seats.
Dumbledore walked in with a tall woman in shimmery blue robes. She was really young, hardly older than the Seventh-years. Her hair was braided in intricate designs and her eyes glittered. Fred and George both said "Whoa!" in very audible voices.
Behind Dumbledore and the woman came about a dozen students. They were all whispering excitedly to each other. They didn't seem to have much of a dress code: everyone had on different colors, some with sparkles, others with beads and shells dangling from their collars and wrists. Not one was ugly, in fact, they all looked they had just walked off of a wizard fashion magazine. Harry, along with Ron, found all the girls rather pretty.
They filed up to the front of the hall to stand along the staff table. Dumbledore led the woman to sit next to him.
"May I introduce the students from Circe Academy!" Everyone clapped loudly. The Circe students looked a little embarrassed, blushes showing through on their darkly tanned skin. "And, they're lovely deputy headmistress, Athene Deucalion!" The applause this time seemed to be mainly from the older boys, especially the twins and Lee Jordan, who all stood up and clapped with dreamy looks on their faces.
Once the applause died down, Professor McGonagall marched to the head table with the sorting hat and a stool. She pulled out a scroll, and started to call out names, just like she did a few days ago.
"Erisson, Helen!"
A girl with short, curly blonde hair strode grandly up to the front and sat down. McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head. After a minute, it shouted out, "RAVENCLAW!" She hopped happily of the stool and sat down at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone shook her hand and cheered.
Next was a short, plump boy, "Icarus, Arion". He was sorted into Hufflepuff, and looked quite delighted about it.
"Chiron, Artemina."
A very tall, athletically built girl with horn-rim glasses came to the stool. She sat down on the too-small stool. The hat said almost at once "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindors stood up and cheered. Artemina rushed to the table, looking very pleased. Hermione shook her hand first and motioned to the seat next to her, saying something in Greek. Artemina sat down and Hermione leaned over and whispered a few things in her ear.
The next two students were sorted into Gryffindor as well, Ganymedea and Cadmus Hipolyton, twin girl and boy, both fourteen. The Gryffindors were really excited at having so many in their house, and the two were nearly drowned in hands clapping them on the backs or giving them high-fives. All three Circe students' faces were flushed with excitement.
Slytherin gained two students, both very pretty, but snobbish-looking. The sorting hat didn't take long at all for them, and the Slytherins started whooping and cheering in a rather disgusting manner. The two girls sat down with smug looks.
The rest of the Circe students were sorted. Two went to Hufflepuff, two to Ravenclaw, and one to Slytherin. At last there was only one student left.
"Forsis, Morgan." A girl about Harry's age walked up to the stool. She had flowing robes of green and gold. Her numerous braids intertwined with sparkling ribbons were pulled in a bun at the nape of her neck. She walked very elegantly, almost floating. The oddest thing was, she had green-tinted glasses. And, Harry noticed that she was trembling. Like she was scared to death of something.
She sat down gracefully on the stool, but her hands were shaking violently, even when she clutched the edges of the seat. Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head. She flinched.
And so did the hat. It actually shook from side to side for a moment. Then the hall was dead silent. They all sat there for at least three minutes, staring at the sorting hat. The Circe students at the Gryffindor table looked at each other with puzzled expressions. Artemina whispered to Hermione, "Is this normal?" Hermione shook her head. She looked at Harry. He said nothing. His sorting took nearly as long, and people were whispering about him even before that.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted. Professor Mcgonagall lifted the hat up. The girl got up very quickly, shrinking away from the hat. She looked positively horrified at going to the Slytherin table. None of them were clapping for her. No one in the whole hall did anything until Athene Deucalion started applauding very forcefully. The rest of the hall joined in, still looking a little confused.
She began to sit next to the boy from the Academy. All three of the Circe students glared at her with complete dislike. She looked even more terrified and sat all by herself at the very end of the table.
"What's their problem?" Harry asked Ron. He shrugged.
"I didn't think they'd put someone like that in Slytherin. You know, none of them like to be individual. Maybe they don't like her glasses."
Dumbledore gave a great sweep of his arm, and the tables filled with even more food than before. They all digged in. The Circe students looked positively ecstatic at seeing so much. Many had noticed the ceiling and were pointing up with astonishment. Hermione was explaining things for the three at their table, and they were listening with rapt attention. Every once in a while, one would give an "Oh!" After about 10 minutes, Ron butted in and started asking Cadmus about Quidditch in Greece and they got into a long, heated discussion over different game tactics. Hermione and Ganymedea were talking animatedly about the some ancient runes book. Angelina Johnson had moved next to Artemina and was pointing out all the different teachers and Quidditch players.
Cadmus suddenly dropped his forkful of pork onto the table with a clatter.
"You're Harry Potter!" he exclaimed with a Greek accent, staring at Harry's forehead with a an open mouth. Artemina and Ganymedea turned around and stared at Harry, too.
"Uh, yeah, I am," Harry said, getting a little embarrassed.
"Wow! I . . . we had no idea – that you'd be – I'm very honored!" Cadmus reached out his hand from across the table. Harry shook it, burning with embarrassment. Artemina and Ganymedea shook his hand, too.
"Helen! Helen!" Ganymedea called over to the Ravenclaw table. "Guess who's in our house! Harry Potter!" Helen twisted around in her seat and stared, mouth open like Cadmus's, at Harry. He tried desperately to flatten his bangs while slipping under the table. It was no use. Helen had told the rest of the Circe students in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and the Slytherins learned from Artemina. Pretty soon they were all standing up, trying to get a glimpse at him. Harry was sure his face was, at the very least, redder than the tablecloth. Why does this always have to happen?
"Yeah, we got Potter!" Fred interjected. "Best seeker in a century, we tell you! Won us the cup last year. But, of course, he needed help from us, the best beaters in a millennium, you know . . ." The twins got into a long spiel of their Quidditch skills, and most forgot about the excitement. George gave Harry a wink.
Ron nudged him in the side. "That Morgan girl is looking at you."
"Who isn't?" Harry said through clenched teeth.
"No, I mean looking at you."
Harry peeked over at the Slytherin table. Morgan was eating very quietly by herself, only looking at her plate.
"No she isn't."
"Well, she was," Ron answered, shrugging.
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