Part 2: Stupid Blonde/A Date with a Hat.
A couple of hours later, the train churned to a stop. "Heather?" Benja asked. Heather looked at her as they filed out the train. "What?" She whispered. "Where do we go after this?" She asked hesitantly. Heather shrugged. A teacher appeared by their side. "Transfer students this way." She said, and led them away.
Benja shifted from foot to foot. "I can't believe we have to wait for them to sort the first years." She heard her twin sister say from behind her. Benja shrugged half-heartedly, to nervous to say anything. After a long while, the teacher called them out. Nervously, they stood in front of the school. "We have two new transfer students." The professor in front said. "Black, Benja." She called. Hesitantly, Benja stepped forwards and sat on the stool. The teacher placed the hat on her head. Instantly, the only thing she could see was the inside of the black hat. "Now, what house should we put you in?" A small voice said into her ear. Benja remained as still as possible. The voice sighed. "You go in to three houses. You're intelligent, that could put you in Ravenclaw. You're brave, so you could go into Gryffindor. Or." The hat trailed off. "Or you could be in Slytherin. Yessssss.Slytherin. You could find many things in Slytherin. A great, many things" Benja stiffened. *Not Slytherin!* She thought. The hat seemed to chuckle. "Not Slytherin, eh? Better be GRIFFENDOR!" Benja shakily took off the hat and gave it to the teacher. She slowly walked to the Gryffindor table. As she did, she caught a glimpse of Malfoy, frowning at her. You could find many things. The hat's words echoed into her ear as she sat down next to Hermione on the Gryffindor table. A great, many things.
The teacher cleared her throat again. "Black, Heather." She said hoarsely. Heather confidently walked over to the stool and sat down on it. The teacher placed the hat on her head. It slid infront of her eyes. "Oh, another one. Yes, you also could be in many houses. You're smart, so you could be in Ravenclaw. You're definitely not loyal, so you could scratch Hufflepuff. You're very courageous, an attribute that could get you into Gryffindor. You want to prove yourself. Hmm. Like a Slytherin."
Heather stiffened. *If you put me in Slytherin, I'm leaving.* She thought. The hat seemed to sigh. "Then I thing you would best be fitted into GRYFFINDOR!" Smiling, she took off the hat and handed it to the teacher, then went and sat down next to Harry, across from Benja. Dumbledore stood up and said his few words, then the feast appeared. Hungrily, Benja, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Heather dug in. Malfoy appeared behind Benja. "So, you got sorted into the weakling house." He said snidely. Heather jumped up. "We are not weaklings!" She said. Benja shook her head. "Heather." She said softly. Heather gave her a sulkily glare. "You're no fun." She said, pouting. Benja shook her head again. "Go away Malfoy." She said softly. Malfoy smirked at her. "Why, don't you want me to stay here?" He asked snidely. Benja shook her head. "Not really." She said softly. "Could you please leave?" Malfoy smirked again. "Wow. I'm surprised. The boy actually talked." He said sarcastically, commenting on Benja's short hair. Benja jerked back and stood up. As she was doing so, Malfoy put his foot out and tripped her. Malfoy smirked, looking down at Benja, who was sprawled on the ground. He laughed slightly. "I have beautiful girls falling all over me." He said snidely. Benja pushed herself up, her face red. Calmly, she sat down. "Go away Malfoy." She said again. Malfoy laughed again. "I think I won't." He said. Heather jumped up. "Leave my sister alone." She yelled. Malfoy laughed again, jeering at Benja. "So you're too weak to defend yourself, so you have your psycho sister do it for you." He said, then turned away and walked back to the Slytherin table. Benja clenched her small hands into fists. "He is so annoying." She said softly. Heather smiled at her. "Told you so." She said. Benja sheepishly rubbed her side. "That hurt, too." She said angrily. Heather stood up, her face enraged. "He hurt you?" She asked loudly. Benja nodded. "A bit. The ground is hard, ya know." She said dryly. Heather took off for the Slytherin table. Once she got there she yanked Malfoy out of his seat and proceeded to beat him with her fists. Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall walked briskly towards them. "Ms. Black! Mr. Malfoy! What is going on?" Professor McGonagall snapped. Heather pointed a finger at Malfoy. "Malfoy started a fight, professor!" She said. Snape looked down at her. "Three points from Gryffindor." He snapped. Professor McGonagall gave Malfoy a stern glare. "Five points from Slytherin." She snapped. Heather smiled up at them, then turned back to the Gryffindor table. Benja gave her a wary look. "How many point did you get taken away?" She asked dryly. Heather smiled. "Three!" She said, taking a bite out of the roast beef. "But five points were taken from Slytherin." She said happily. "All in all, I got two points taken from Slytherin, nothing else." She said brightly. Malfoy walked up behind Benja again. "How are you two ladies doing?" He asked, his voice deadly sweet. Heather stood up. "Why, you." Malfoy took a step back, and tripped over Benja's chair. Heather giggled.
A couple of hours later, the train churned to a stop. "Heather?" Benja asked. Heather looked at her as they filed out the train. "What?" She whispered. "Where do we go after this?" She asked hesitantly. Heather shrugged. A teacher appeared by their side. "Transfer students this way." She said, and led them away.
Benja shifted from foot to foot. "I can't believe we have to wait for them to sort the first years." She heard her twin sister say from behind her. Benja shrugged half-heartedly, to nervous to say anything. After a long while, the teacher called them out. Nervously, they stood in front of the school. "We have two new transfer students." The professor in front said. "Black, Benja." She called. Hesitantly, Benja stepped forwards and sat on the stool. The teacher placed the hat on her head. Instantly, the only thing she could see was the inside of the black hat. "Now, what house should we put you in?" A small voice said into her ear. Benja remained as still as possible. The voice sighed. "You go in to three houses. You're intelligent, that could put you in Ravenclaw. You're brave, so you could go into Gryffindor. Or." The hat trailed off. "Or you could be in Slytherin. Yessssss.Slytherin. You could find many things in Slytherin. A great, many things" Benja stiffened. *Not Slytherin!* She thought. The hat seemed to chuckle. "Not Slytherin, eh? Better be GRIFFENDOR!" Benja shakily took off the hat and gave it to the teacher. She slowly walked to the Gryffindor table. As she did, she caught a glimpse of Malfoy, frowning at her. You could find many things. The hat's words echoed into her ear as she sat down next to Hermione on the Gryffindor table. A great, many things.
The teacher cleared her throat again. "Black, Heather." She said hoarsely. Heather confidently walked over to the stool and sat down on it. The teacher placed the hat on her head. It slid infront of her eyes. "Oh, another one. Yes, you also could be in many houses. You're smart, so you could be in Ravenclaw. You're definitely not loyal, so you could scratch Hufflepuff. You're very courageous, an attribute that could get you into Gryffindor. You want to prove yourself. Hmm. Like a Slytherin."
Heather stiffened. *If you put me in Slytherin, I'm leaving.* She thought. The hat seemed to sigh. "Then I thing you would best be fitted into GRYFFINDOR!" Smiling, she took off the hat and handed it to the teacher, then went and sat down next to Harry, across from Benja. Dumbledore stood up and said his few words, then the feast appeared. Hungrily, Benja, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Heather dug in. Malfoy appeared behind Benja. "So, you got sorted into the weakling house." He said snidely. Heather jumped up. "We are not weaklings!" She said. Benja shook her head. "Heather." She said softly. Heather gave her a sulkily glare. "You're no fun." She said, pouting. Benja shook her head again. "Go away Malfoy." She said softly. Malfoy smirked at her. "Why, don't you want me to stay here?" He asked snidely. Benja shook her head. "Not really." She said softly. "Could you please leave?" Malfoy smirked again. "Wow. I'm surprised. The boy actually talked." He said sarcastically, commenting on Benja's short hair. Benja jerked back and stood up. As she was doing so, Malfoy put his foot out and tripped her. Malfoy smirked, looking down at Benja, who was sprawled on the ground. He laughed slightly. "I have beautiful girls falling all over me." He said snidely. Benja pushed herself up, her face red. Calmly, she sat down. "Go away Malfoy." She said again. Malfoy laughed again. "I think I won't." He said. Heather jumped up. "Leave my sister alone." She yelled. Malfoy laughed again, jeering at Benja. "So you're too weak to defend yourself, so you have your psycho sister do it for you." He said, then turned away and walked back to the Slytherin table. Benja clenched her small hands into fists. "He is so annoying." She said softly. Heather smiled at her. "Told you so." She said. Benja sheepishly rubbed her side. "That hurt, too." She said angrily. Heather stood up, her face enraged. "He hurt you?" She asked loudly. Benja nodded. "A bit. The ground is hard, ya know." She said dryly. Heather took off for the Slytherin table. Once she got there she yanked Malfoy out of his seat and proceeded to beat him with her fists. Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall walked briskly towards them. "Ms. Black! Mr. Malfoy! What is going on?" Professor McGonagall snapped. Heather pointed a finger at Malfoy. "Malfoy started a fight, professor!" She said. Snape looked down at her. "Three points from Gryffindor." He snapped. Professor McGonagall gave Malfoy a stern glare. "Five points from Slytherin." She snapped. Heather smiled up at them, then turned back to the Gryffindor table. Benja gave her a wary look. "How many point did you get taken away?" She asked dryly. Heather smiled. "Three!" She said, taking a bite out of the roast beef. "But five points were taken from Slytherin." She said happily. "All in all, I got two points taken from Slytherin, nothing else." She said brightly. Malfoy walked up behind Benja again. "How are you two ladies doing?" He asked, his voice deadly sweet. Heather stood up. "Why, you." Malfoy took a step back, and tripped over Benja's chair. Heather giggled.