~*~*~*~*Chapter Six*~*~*~*~

The Sorting

Yrrah found the way all right, with the help of a nice old man in a picture named Olaf. Although nice, Olaf was a bearded man in a turban with tomato vines sprouting out of his nose.

The room was full of anxious first years waiting to be sorted. Yrrah found Hermione and tried to see if she knew how they were going to be sorted. He listened with interest as she went on about how they were going to have to put on a hat and it would tell them what house they would be in. Yrrah listened with fascination as Hermione babbled about how the founders of the school founded Hogwarts, but when Hermione offered to tell him what had happened in the last hundred years...Well, what would you say!?!?

Finally, Mcgonagall came into the room and led them into a great hall with a ceiling enchanted to look like the sky. (Hermione had kindly informed him on that.) The Prof. led them to a raised platform and in the middle of it, there was a stool, which upon it, sat an old, tattered hat. The hat sang a little song (which I'm sure you all know,) and all the first years, in turn, tried it on. The hat always shouted out which house each student would be in. Either Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin.

Then came Yrrah's turn. Oh how he wanted to be in Gryffindor, with his only friend in the whole school, Hermione. He sat down on the stool, pulled the aged hat over his eyes and waited. "GRYFFINDOR!!" shouted the hat. All the Gryffindors clapped. Yrrah headed over to the table, sat near Hermione, and watched the rest of the sorting...





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Nice, no? Hermione/Yrrah, slowly but surely. PLEASE R/R GIVE ME IDEAS!!