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"You know, its not that bad. I think you'll be fine here." Draco
comforted me, as he walked me up to the Great Hall. He looked at his feet.
"Well, I guess I better get in there. Just walk in, you'll be fine."
Before I could say something back, he had walked into the Great Hall,
leaving me behind. Yeah, Draco seemed nice, but there was something about
him.that I just couldn't pinpoint, but I knew that I had heard his name
somewhere before.
'Okay Caroline, its now or never. Just please, please don't screw up.' And with that I walked inside.
CHAPTER 3 (THE SORTING)
I scrunched my face in frustration, I didn't mean for the door to be that loud.
When I opened the door, everyone stopped eating, and for a moment, the whole hall was silent. Then, everyone started talking, pointing at me, like I was some freak show. 'Awww.smooth, Caroline, real friggin smooth.' I said, mentally slapping myself.
Then, a man stood up at a table in the front of the Great Hall. He had long, white hair, and had billowing robes of emerald on. He smiled at me. "Miss Gladwell, I have been looking forward to the time in which you would visit us. Please," he said, gesturing to the stool at the front of the room. "Take a seat on the stool, and tell us about yourself."
'The moment of truth,' I said to myself, all the while having butterflies in my stomach. 'Just please.please don't screw up-again.'
As I reached the stool, I tried to figure out what I was going to say. Nothing was coming to my head. Why do you always draw blanks when you need to think of something? I cleared my throat, "Hi. I'm Caroline Gladwell, and I came from The Salem Institute of Magic, in the United States. Um.I am fifteen years old. And.I guess that's it." I looked around the hall expectantly, waiting for every mouth to be laughing.laughing at me.
"If you don't mind," the man said, "please put on the Sorting Hat. It will tell you which house you are to be in, and by the way.I am Professor Dumbledore." 'Well.this is quite strange.sitting here, with a hat on my head. Let's just hope that it doesn't put me with those people, they look like a pretty unhappy bunch.' I was startled out of my thoughts by a voice. It took me longer than it should have to realize that the voice was inside my head, or more so, the hat.
'Well well well.what do we have here? You look smart, brave, and cunning.but which house should we put you in?? You do like to hold grudges, don't you? Hufflepuff maybe? Oh no, no, no. That would be disastrous. You are indeed smart enough to be a Ravenclaw, but that wouldn't do either. You would make a very fine Slytherin, you have the slyness and cunning of a great one.but no. It must be GRYFFINDOR!!' A table directly in front of me started clapping. "Oh dear god. This will be a very long year." I said, under my breath, as my way to the table.
I approached a seat that looked like it was empty. "Erm.is this seat taken?" I asked a girl with brown hair. She looked up at me, startled, as if she didn't expect me to talk to her. "Oh.oh, sure! Hi," she said, extending a hand, "I am Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you." I took her hand, although hesitantly. "Uh, yeah, hi." I said, as I took the seat. I tried to take in all that was around me, because there was a lot of it, let me tell you. The ceiling, for starters, seemed to.well, it looked like there was no ceiling. Apparently Hermione caught me looking at the "ceiling". "Its very nice-enchanted to look like the sky." Well then, that would explain it, wouldn't it?
"Do you play Quidditch, by chance?" A boy with fiery red hair asked me. Now this was a topic I might enjoy. "Yeah, I do actually. I played for SIM. Keeper." The boys face lit up. "Harry! We've got ourselves a keeper!" Harry? Who the hell is Harry? Oh.he's Harry. I looked down the table, and I saw a boy with black hair talking excitedly with.the other boy, considering I don't know his name yet. Harry looked up at me. "Is it true? Ron just told me you were a keeper at your old school. Our old one left two years ago." Okay.so the other boys name was Ron. "Yeah, its true. I definitely was a keeper. Pretty good one if I might say so myself." I said, laughing. Harry smiled at me. "Well, that's settled then. We're having tryouts two weeks from now, it'd be great if you could come." "Okay then, I'm there."
The rest of the dinner went by relatively uneventful. Now I at least know who I am rooming with now. These Gryffindors look like an okay bunch of people after all. I don't know what I was so worried about.
~*~
After dinner, Hermione, Harry, and Ron led me up to the Gryffindor common room. Exciting stuff, considering I fell into two stairs on the way up. Apparently I'm not supposed to do that. It might take a while before I get the hang of this. Finally, I confronted Hermione with a question that had been bugging me all through dinner.
"Erm.Hermione? Can you tell me about Draco Malfoy?" I guess I hit a soft spot in the group, for Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stopped talking once I said this.
Ron looked at me like I had just said a something obscene, while Harry looked like I was crazy. Hermione just looked plain angry. Whoo boy, if I had known you people hated him this much, I swear I wouldn't have said anything.
Harry was the first to speak. "Well.if you really want all this in a nutshell, his dad is a Death-eater, his mom is some overdramatic drama queen, and he's just plain insane. Did I mention mean, snobby, and rich?" Hermione looked almost close to tears. "He absolutely hates me, makes my life absolutely dreadful, he does. He called me a mudblood third year.he doesn't like anyone who either isn't a death-eater, or isn't a pureblood. Which I am neither." I looked at all of them in semi-shock. Are we talking about the same person here?? He didn't seem that mean.but some people have told me I have an over-active imagination before. Suddenly, I knew where I had heard the name before, and gasped.
"My dad-he's an auror." I said to Hermione, because Harry and Ron had already walked up to their room. "I-I remember one particular incident he was apart of. One of the most dangerous cases he's ever had to do. It involved one death-eater, and five muggles. Every single muggle was decapitated, and gutted. Dark magic was screaming everywhere. My dad found the man who was in charge of all of that.and I remember him saying something to my mom, of course, he has no idea I heard him, and he said that the man was Lucius Malfoy. That's not a very common name." Hermione sighed, as she led me up to our dorms.
"Sometimes I wonder about him, Draco, and I can't help but think that no one can be that mean, no one. And I wonder about the possibility that maybe he's just a scared kid, hiding under that fake façade."
~*~
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'Okay Caroline, its now or never. Just please, please don't screw up.' And with that I walked inside.
CHAPTER 3 (THE SORTING)
I scrunched my face in frustration, I didn't mean for the door to be that loud.
When I opened the door, everyone stopped eating, and for a moment, the whole hall was silent. Then, everyone started talking, pointing at me, like I was some freak show. 'Awww.smooth, Caroline, real friggin smooth.' I said, mentally slapping myself.
Then, a man stood up at a table in the front of the Great Hall. He had long, white hair, and had billowing robes of emerald on. He smiled at me. "Miss Gladwell, I have been looking forward to the time in which you would visit us. Please," he said, gesturing to the stool at the front of the room. "Take a seat on the stool, and tell us about yourself."
'The moment of truth,' I said to myself, all the while having butterflies in my stomach. 'Just please.please don't screw up-again.'
As I reached the stool, I tried to figure out what I was going to say. Nothing was coming to my head. Why do you always draw blanks when you need to think of something? I cleared my throat, "Hi. I'm Caroline Gladwell, and I came from The Salem Institute of Magic, in the United States. Um.I am fifteen years old. And.I guess that's it." I looked around the hall expectantly, waiting for every mouth to be laughing.laughing at me.
"If you don't mind," the man said, "please put on the Sorting Hat. It will tell you which house you are to be in, and by the way.I am Professor Dumbledore." 'Well.this is quite strange.sitting here, with a hat on my head. Let's just hope that it doesn't put me with those people, they look like a pretty unhappy bunch.' I was startled out of my thoughts by a voice. It took me longer than it should have to realize that the voice was inside my head, or more so, the hat.
'Well well well.what do we have here? You look smart, brave, and cunning.but which house should we put you in?? You do like to hold grudges, don't you? Hufflepuff maybe? Oh no, no, no. That would be disastrous. You are indeed smart enough to be a Ravenclaw, but that wouldn't do either. You would make a very fine Slytherin, you have the slyness and cunning of a great one.but no. It must be GRYFFINDOR!!' A table directly in front of me started clapping. "Oh dear god. This will be a very long year." I said, under my breath, as my way to the table.
I approached a seat that looked like it was empty. "Erm.is this seat taken?" I asked a girl with brown hair. She looked up at me, startled, as if she didn't expect me to talk to her. "Oh.oh, sure! Hi," she said, extending a hand, "I am Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you." I took her hand, although hesitantly. "Uh, yeah, hi." I said, as I took the seat. I tried to take in all that was around me, because there was a lot of it, let me tell you. The ceiling, for starters, seemed to.well, it looked like there was no ceiling. Apparently Hermione caught me looking at the "ceiling". "Its very nice-enchanted to look like the sky." Well then, that would explain it, wouldn't it?
"Do you play Quidditch, by chance?" A boy with fiery red hair asked me. Now this was a topic I might enjoy. "Yeah, I do actually. I played for SIM. Keeper." The boys face lit up. "Harry! We've got ourselves a keeper!" Harry? Who the hell is Harry? Oh.he's Harry. I looked down the table, and I saw a boy with black hair talking excitedly with.the other boy, considering I don't know his name yet. Harry looked up at me. "Is it true? Ron just told me you were a keeper at your old school. Our old one left two years ago." Okay.so the other boys name was Ron. "Yeah, its true. I definitely was a keeper. Pretty good one if I might say so myself." I said, laughing. Harry smiled at me. "Well, that's settled then. We're having tryouts two weeks from now, it'd be great if you could come." "Okay then, I'm there."
The rest of the dinner went by relatively uneventful. Now I at least know who I am rooming with now. These Gryffindors look like an okay bunch of people after all. I don't know what I was so worried about.
~*~
After dinner, Hermione, Harry, and Ron led me up to the Gryffindor common room. Exciting stuff, considering I fell into two stairs on the way up. Apparently I'm not supposed to do that. It might take a while before I get the hang of this. Finally, I confronted Hermione with a question that had been bugging me all through dinner.
"Erm.Hermione? Can you tell me about Draco Malfoy?" I guess I hit a soft spot in the group, for Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stopped talking once I said this.
Ron looked at me like I had just said a something obscene, while Harry looked like I was crazy. Hermione just looked plain angry. Whoo boy, if I had known you people hated him this much, I swear I wouldn't have said anything.
Harry was the first to speak. "Well.if you really want all this in a nutshell, his dad is a Death-eater, his mom is some overdramatic drama queen, and he's just plain insane. Did I mention mean, snobby, and rich?" Hermione looked almost close to tears. "He absolutely hates me, makes my life absolutely dreadful, he does. He called me a mudblood third year.he doesn't like anyone who either isn't a death-eater, or isn't a pureblood. Which I am neither." I looked at all of them in semi-shock. Are we talking about the same person here?? He didn't seem that mean.but some people have told me I have an over-active imagination before. Suddenly, I knew where I had heard the name before, and gasped.
"My dad-he's an auror." I said to Hermione, because Harry and Ron had already walked up to their room. "I-I remember one particular incident he was apart of. One of the most dangerous cases he's ever had to do. It involved one death-eater, and five muggles. Every single muggle was decapitated, and gutted. Dark magic was screaming everywhere. My dad found the man who was in charge of all of that.and I remember him saying something to my mom, of course, he has no idea I heard him, and he said that the man was Lucius Malfoy. That's not a very common name." Hermione sighed, as she led me up to our dorms.
"Sometimes I wonder about him, Draco, and I can't help but think that no one can be that mean, no one. And I wonder about the possibility that maybe he's just a scared kid, hiding under that fake façade."
~*~
WHOO GOLLY. I hope that turns out okay.review, please please purty please.