The Great Hall was bustiling with noise on the first day of the new year at Hogwarts. Deena Parkes, a third year, sat at the long Gryffindor table, next to her good friend, a fifth year student, Oliver Wood. He was babbling on about something that Deena didn't really have a mind to pay attention to, though she guessed it was probably about Quidditch.
At the last Quidditch game of last year (which had left Deena unconcious for a day), Wood, the keeper, had been appointed team captain.
Deena was the team seeker. She wasn't exactly great at that specific position, but she was the best Gryffindor had. Deena had only caught the snitch once that entire, awful year, and they had managed to win the game against Ravenclaw. The Hufflepuff game should have been an easy defeat, but by sheer luck alone, the snitch happened to appear right in front of the Hufflepuff seeker. Then there was the Slytherin game. Deena shuddered to even think about that match. The all-male Slytherin team had smashed her and few others into the ground - literally. Deena didn't particularly want to play this year, but she supposed Oliver would insist on it.
"...You know, its nothing personal or anything but, if by some... freak chance, I do find a new seeker, you won't be offended or anything, right?"
"What?" Deena hadn't been paying the least bit of attention. "No, I mean yes.. what were you saying?"
"Nothing," Oliver smiled slightly and shook his head.
"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask you... You haven't by any chance found a new seeker have you? Its nothing personal, its just that, I don't think I'm gonna have a lot of time for Quidditch this year, what with all these new classes I took... third year is a tough year you know..."
Oliver was about to respond, loudly at that, when a hush fell over the crowd. Professor McGonagall was at the front of the hall motioning for quiet. She made a short announcement and the first years customarily paraded in behind Hagrid. The sorting ceremony began and Deena was sure she'd die of boredem if she was forced to sit through another one of these things. She yawned loudly and glanced over at Oliver. His head was resting on his hand and he was slowly dozing off. He caught himself quickly and sat up straight again. Deena chuckled at him.
She turned her attention back to the ceromony and heard Professor McGonagall shout, "Harry Potter!" Deena's jaw dropped.
"Did she just say..." Oliver gaped. Deena nodded back. A tiny uproar had washed over the crowd, but it became silent again as the entire student body waited in hushed anticipation for the sorting hat to call out Potter's new house.
The boy seemed to be up there for quite sometime before the Sorting Hat called, "GRYFFINDOR!"
A defeaning smack of applause rang through the crowd and some Gryffindors even stood to cheer.
"The Harry Potter?"
"A Gryffindor?"
"Thats crazy!"
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