The insanity continues…
"Is there something wrong?" The exquisitely beautiful young witch asked, throwing her long hair over her shoulders as she turned to address the staff table.
Dumbledore sighed and momentarily put his head in his hands.
"No Bee, nothing is wrong at all. The Sorting Hat is just to the side of the table- if you will bring it to the center you can start the sorting." The Headmaster replied tiredly,
The usual twinkle in his eyes was replaced with exhaustion.
It had been interesting when the first few amazingly perfect girls had shown up.
It had been funny when 15 girls with 'fascinating' (and sometimes conflicting) pasts had happened to start the school.
It had been annoying when 38 girls had come looking to re-establish relationships with estranged members of their family who happened to either teach or attend Hogwarts.
At 61, it was just old.
Bee brought the Sorting Hat to the forefront, and gracefully sat down on the magically provided stool. She put the tattered hat on carefully, and for some reason, managed not too look like an absolute fool wearing a hat that was nearly four sizes too big for her.
' Oh gods, not another one of you' the hat complained.
'What do you mean?'
'Every night there's always another one of you to sort; I think you should just go home. There's no room for you and no one wants you here anyway.'
'You're mean. If my father hears about the way you treated me…'
'All right, I'll sort you. But just think, how would your father react if you told him you were mistreated by a hat?'
'He would be loving and understanding, just like he always is.'
'I'm sure. So little Mary Sue is going to go running to her daddy. That'll go over well'
'I'm not Mary Sue.'
'Oh yes you are dear, yes you are.'
'No, I'm Bee Perfect.'
'I'm sure you are, but you need some work on your grammar.'
'Nooooo! My name is Bee Perfect.'
'I need a raise.'
'Will you sort me already?'
'There's really no question about where you belong, I don't know why you bothered disturbing me to find out.'
'Gryffindor, right?'
'Er, no.'
'Ravenclaw?'
'I'm afraid not.'
'Slytherin then. After all, I do have an evil side under my innocent exterior. You see, I'm actually-'
'Spare me, please. After this monumental waste of my time, you so obviously belong in "MARY SUE"
Somewhat deflated, Bee went over to her house table, where she was greeted with enthusiastic applause. A friendly looking group at the center of the table moved over to make room for her.
"This isn't how things are supposed to go." She pouted.
"Tell me about it." A girl with unruly shoulder length black hair and bright green eyes said from beside her.
"Does anyone know what's going on?" Bee asked.
"Not a clue, but think I kind of like the idea of our house, now that I'm getting use to it. By the way, I'm Honey Potter." The girl replied.
"How could they not like our house? We're the perfect ones after all." A haughty girl with long silver blonde hair and cold gray eyes commented.
"And you would be…"
"Dianna Malfoy." She smiled superiorly.
"So that would make you Harry Potter's sister" Bee said as Honey nodded. "And you Draco Malfoy's sister" She concluded.
"Long lost cousin actually."
"Ah."
"You know, one might almost get the feeling that the rest of the school doesn't like us." A younger girl, with raven black hair and sapphire blue eyes who was sitting next to Dianna said.
Everyone within earshot looked at her with a bewildered expression.
"Or not. I'm Melodie Riddle. I'm a spy for Lord Voldermort, but no one's supposed to know, so Shhhhhh" She looked around the hall nervously as she held a finger to her lips.
Suddenly, Melodie clutched her head as if she were in agony.
"I'M SORRY MY LORD!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO TELL THEM, PLEASE SPARE MY LIFE!"
A bolt of lightening came flying from the ceiling, and struck at the Mary Sue table.
Melodie Riddle was no more.
Cheers broke out in every direction from the Great Hall.
The Mary Sues gave the glare if death to the ecstatic people, which quieted them down after about 20 minutes of celebration.
Dianna Malfoy crossed her arms.
"Damn, that's the third one we've lost this week."
"Is there something wrong?" The exquisitely beautiful young witch asked, throwing her long hair over her shoulders as she turned to address the staff table.
Dumbledore sighed and momentarily put his head in his hands.
"No Bee, nothing is wrong at all. The Sorting Hat is just to the side of the table- if you will bring it to the center you can start the sorting." The Headmaster replied tiredly,
The usual twinkle in his eyes was replaced with exhaustion.
It had been interesting when the first few amazingly perfect girls had shown up.
It had been funny when 15 girls with 'fascinating' (and sometimes conflicting) pasts had happened to start the school.
It had been annoying when 38 girls had come looking to re-establish relationships with estranged members of their family who happened to either teach or attend Hogwarts.
At 61, it was just old.
Bee brought the Sorting Hat to the forefront, and gracefully sat down on the magically provided stool. She put the tattered hat on carefully, and for some reason, managed not too look like an absolute fool wearing a hat that was nearly four sizes too big for her.
' Oh gods, not another one of you' the hat complained.
'What do you mean?'
'Every night there's always another one of you to sort; I think you should just go home. There's no room for you and no one wants you here anyway.'
'You're mean. If my father hears about the way you treated me…'
'All right, I'll sort you. But just think, how would your father react if you told him you were mistreated by a hat?'
'He would be loving and understanding, just like he always is.'
'I'm sure. So little Mary Sue is going to go running to her daddy. That'll go over well'
'I'm not Mary Sue.'
'Oh yes you are dear, yes you are.'
'No, I'm Bee Perfect.'
'I'm sure you are, but you need some work on your grammar.'
'Nooooo! My name is Bee Perfect.'
'I need a raise.'
'Will you sort me already?'
'There's really no question about where you belong, I don't know why you bothered disturbing me to find out.'
'Gryffindor, right?'
'Er, no.'
'Ravenclaw?'
'I'm afraid not.'
'Slytherin then. After all, I do have an evil side under my innocent exterior. You see, I'm actually-'
'Spare me, please. After this monumental waste of my time, you so obviously belong in "MARY SUE"
Somewhat deflated, Bee went over to her house table, where she was greeted with enthusiastic applause. A friendly looking group at the center of the table moved over to make room for her.
"This isn't how things are supposed to go." She pouted.
"Tell me about it." A girl with unruly shoulder length black hair and bright green eyes said from beside her.
"Does anyone know what's going on?" Bee asked.
"Not a clue, but think I kind of like the idea of our house, now that I'm getting use to it. By the way, I'm Honey Potter." The girl replied.
"How could they not like our house? We're the perfect ones after all." A haughty girl with long silver blonde hair and cold gray eyes commented.
"And you would be…"
"Dianna Malfoy." She smiled superiorly.
"So that would make you Harry Potter's sister" Bee said as Honey nodded. "And you Draco Malfoy's sister" She concluded.
"Long lost cousin actually."
"Ah."
"You know, one might almost get the feeling that the rest of the school doesn't like us." A younger girl, with raven black hair and sapphire blue eyes who was sitting next to Dianna said.
Everyone within earshot looked at her with a bewildered expression.
"Or not. I'm Melodie Riddle. I'm a spy for Lord Voldermort, but no one's supposed to know, so Shhhhhh" She looked around the hall nervously as she held a finger to her lips.
Suddenly, Melodie clutched her head as if she were in agony.
"I'M SORRY MY LORD!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO TELL THEM, PLEASE SPARE MY LIFE!"
A bolt of lightening came flying from the ceiling, and struck at the Mary Sue table.
Melodie Riddle was no more.
Cheers broke out in every direction from the Great Hall.
The Mary Sues gave the glare if death to the ecstatic people, which quieted them down after about 20 minutes of celebration.
Dianna Malfoy crossed her arms.
"Damn, that's the third one we've lost this week."