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Harry Potter-o, nor any other things that came from the mind of J.K.
Rowling
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----------------------- A Time When I Was Different ------------------------
Hagrid stepped off of his boat, his large boots smacking the wet ground by the dock.
"Now com' on, don' be 'fraid, ev'y one behind me." Hagrid drew himself up proudly as he stepped up to the large door that was the entrance to Hogwarts. Timidly, the first years crowded out of the boats after Hagrid, I could feel the excited tension of the group as Hagrid knocked on the door. Upon opening, a rather stern face poked its head through the door.
"Hello Hagrid, I shall take them from here." The witch gave a rather slight smile and drew herself up to her full height, "I am Professor McGonagall," she began as she led them through the corridors, "those of you who will be sorted into Gryffindor house will have the immense pleasure of having me for the Head of House." As we walked I began to notice the portraits on all sides of the room, smiling to myself, I noted that Hogwarts, as well, had these moving and talking spectacles.
"Within your stay at Hogwarts, each of you will be sorted into a house, this house is your family, so do try to get along." At this point I stopped listening, as she droned on and on about the houses, house points, the house cup, and all other things house.
"Do you know which house you'll be in?" Pat said to me in an undertone, " I'm hoping to be in Gryffindor, the people on the train said you have to be brave to get in there," Pat certainly didn't look very brave to me, "but Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad, they're supposed to be smart. I think I'll be Hufflepuff though, badgers are cool." Pat giggled a little to loudly, causing McGonagall to shout at us.
"Miss Louise, despite how much more interesting your private conversations might be, I would be pleased if you would shut your mouth and listen to what I am telling you." McGonagall, looking rather like an overstuffed vulture, turned back the class and continued her speech. Pat hid a giggle behind her hand and turned back to me.
"So where will you be?"
"Oh, definitely Gryffindor, if not intelligent, I might just have a shot at being brave." I laughed nervously, than caught myself. I, Morgan Le'Font? Nervous? Jamais, Never! Smiling to myself, I continued, " I'm not really sure, though, I think I'll be lucky to be sorted into any house at all the way I'm feeling."
"Yeah, same here."
The clicking of feet on marble slowed gradually as we neared a large pair of doors flanked by two staircases, the students began whispering excitedly.
"In a few moments you will join your classmates in the Great Hall, in which you will be sorted into your respective houses, Morgan Le'Font, follow me."
Pat glanced nervously at me, worry showing in her eyes. I smiled back at her, almost reaching out to her mind to tell her it was okay. But, no, I promised I would not use my powers here, not after last time. Walking to stand next to McGonagall, my thoughts turned to thoughts of the time when I was different. -------
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Roary14: glad ya liked it, get your friends, your friends-friends, and all you people on fanfic to read!
Le Anonymous reviewer!: 'keep up the good work?' You a teach? ; D Well, read on mon amie!
Cheers- hope it's good
----------------------- A Time When I Was Different ------------------------
Hagrid stepped off of his boat, his large boots smacking the wet ground by the dock.
"Now com' on, don' be 'fraid, ev'y one behind me." Hagrid drew himself up proudly as he stepped up to the large door that was the entrance to Hogwarts. Timidly, the first years crowded out of the boats after Hagrid, I could feel the excited tension of the group as Hagrid knocked on the door. Upon opening, a rather stern face poked its head through the door.
"Hello Hagrid, I shall take them from here." The witch gave a rather slight smile and drew herself up to her full height, "I am Professor McGonagall," she began as she led them through the corridors, "those of you who will be sorted into Gryffindor house will have the immense pleasure of having me for the Head of House." As we walked I began to notice the portraits on all sides of the room, smiling to myself, I noted that Hogwarts, as well, had these moving and talking spectacles.
"Within your stay at Hogwarts, each of you will be sorted into a house, this house is your family, so do try to get along." At this point I stopped listening, as she droned on and on about the houses, house points, the house cup, and all other things house.
"Do you know which house you'll be in?" Pat said to me in an undertone, " I'm hoping to be in Gryffindor, the people on the train said you have to be brave to get in there," Pat certainly didn't look very brave to me, "but Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad, they're supposed to be smart. I think I'll be Hufflepuff though, badgers are cool." Pat giggled a little to loudly, causing McGonagall to shout at us.
"Miss Louise, despite how much more interesting your private conversations might be, I would be pleased if you would shut your mouth and listen to what I am telling you." McGonagall, looking rather like an overstuffed vulture, turned back the class and continued her speech. Pat hid a giggle behind her hand and turned back to me.
"So where will you be?"
"Oh, definitely Gryffindor, if not intelligent, I might just have a shot at being brave." I laughed nervously, than caught myself. I, Morgan Le'Font? Nervous? Jamais, Never! Smiling to myself, I continued, " I'm not really sure, though, I think I'll be lucky to be sorted into any house at all the way I'm feeling."
"Yeah, same here."
The clicking of feet on marble slowed gradually as we neared a large pair of doors flanked by two staircases, the students began whispering excitedly.
"In a few moments you will join your classmates in the Great Hall, in which you will be sorted into your respective houses, Morgan Le'Font, follow me."
Pat glanced nervously at me, worry showing in her eyes. I smiled back at her, almost reaching out to her mind to tell her it was okay. But, no, I promised I would not use my powers here, not after last time. Walking to stand next to McGonagall, my thoughts turned to thoughts of the time when I was different. -------
so wad'ja think? Good, no good? Want to slap me with a herring? Review! The dark abyss of my mind craves reviews!
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Roary14: glad ya liked it, get your friends, your friends-friends, and all you people on fanfic to read!
Le Anonymous reviewer!: 'keep up the good work?' You a teach? ; D Well, read on mon amie!