It wasn't long after Malfoy left that the train arrived. The air around me was much cooler (more so than in England!) I mentioned this to them.
"Well, everyone knows that Hogwarts is situated somewhere in Scotland," said Ron.
"SCOTLAND!" I shouted so loud that people nearby looked at me strangely. When I looked back again, they had already seated themselves in a nearby carriage. I got on too. "You never told me your school was in Scotland!"
"Well you never asked," said Ron. Hermione put her arm round my shoulders, "don't worry Dumbledor will get you home."
"Who?"
"Dumbledor is our headmaster. He's a famous wi- ," Ron was cut short by Hermione, who shook her head warningly.
"Chill Hermione. Even if Andrea found out she'd forget once Dumbledor puts a memory charm on her, right?"
"I suppose." Ron continued with the explanation.
"Dumbledor is a famous wizard and…" Ron rambled on about this Dumbledor person and I didn't hear much after I heard the word 'wizard'. Were these people really wizards?! What had I landed myself in? I wish that God would just stretch out his hand from Heaven and put me back in London, with my friends! That's not much is it?
*
I stood outside this huge castle, gaping with my mouth open. What a school. If only my own school was half as big and beautiful! This place was simply…magical! New, as this place was to me, I felt as though I'd come here once before. But how could that be? Probably just déjà vu or something.
Harry, Hermione and Ron began to walk into the school building via the main entrance that all the students were using, making it very crowded. I forced my way through the load of excited students (they were actually excited about school?!) I reached the marble staircase and waited for the others who hadn't arrived yet.
Had they got lost? Surely not, this was the nearest staircase to the headmaster's office. Hang on. How did I know that?
"Excuse me miss…" said an impatient voice. A dark shadow hung over me, I spun round and came face to face with a woman who wore a pointed hat and emerald cloak. The colour in her face drained and she became very pale. She let out a gasp. The impatient tone in her voice had now gone and she spoke as though she didn't have enough breath. "You're…it cannot be!…That is totally impossible!" I looked at her bewildered. Just as I was about to speak to explain who I was, I was interrupted by Harry, who had found me at last.
"Professor. This girl is a muggle. She accidentally fell through the barrier and got on the Hogwarts Express."
Colour had now returned to her cheeks and she spoke in a bossy, teacher-like voice again, her eyes not leaving my face. "I see, Mr Potter. If you and Mr Weasly (who had just arrived with Hermione) and Miss Granger could kindly escort Miss Venlo to Professor Dumbledor's office."
"Do you mean Andrea, professor?" asked Hermione. The professor smiled a weak smile, "I am sorry, yes Miss Granger. I must tend to the first years, the sorting ceremony is to begin very soon." With that she hurried away.
"Who was that?" I asked once she was away from us.
"That is Professor McGonagall. She is the transfiguration teacher, and head of our house." Explained Hermione.
"What are your houses called?"
"Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and…Slytherin."
"Nice names. Better than our house names. Plumtree, Chestnut, Hawbarrow and Horncop! They suck!"
*
We arrived eventually outside Dumbledor's office. Though we remained by the statue and couldn't get in because we didn't know the password. In the words of Homer Simpson…D'oh!
They tried a lot of words ranging from things like, "Sherbet Lemons" to "Fawkes" and "Felulu". ^_^' To me, this head master sounds a bit…strange!
We gave up hope and they slumped against the cold stonewalls. They were too cold for me, but then again, they wore cloaks and me…I wore a sleeveless top, which was very thin! I paced back and forth. Racking my brains for a password. So far…nothing.
I must have fallen into a trance or something because moments later Hermione and co. were shaking me lightly. I suddenly snapped out of it.
"Omnis pro di immortales."
"What?" they said simultaneously.
"Huh? Did I just say something?" Did I? How come I can't remember?
"You spoke in a funny accent. Sounded like Latin or something." Said Ron.
"You said Omnis Pro di Immortales." Said Hermione.
"I did? Cool!" I thought about what Hermione said, " Omnis Pro di Immortales?" That did it. The statue slid aside and the corridor was open to us. We looked in shock at each other. I, Andrea, just opened the door….Wow! But how did I know the password? Why do I keep feeling familiar with this place? WHAT'S GOING ON?!
Anyway, all I wanted more than anything was to get back to London, (even though I like Scotland which is besides the point!)
The corridor was lit by bright lights on either sides. Everyone was quiet, probably thinking the same as I was, before…
"What was that?" A transparent body-like thing had just floated by casually in front of me.
"Oh," said Harry, realising what I meant, " That was just a ghost."
I laughed out, loudly before repeating the statement, " Just a ghost!" And the next moment I had blacked out and hit the hard stone floor.
"Well, everyone knows that Hogwarts is situated somewhere in Scotland," said Ron.
"SCOTLAND!" I shouted so loud that people nearby looked at me strangely. When I looked back again, they had already seated themselves in a nearby carriage. I got on too. "You never told me your school was in Scotland!"
"Well you never asked," said Ron. Hermione put her arm round my shoulders, "don't worry Dumbledor will get you home."
"Who?"
"Dumbledor is our headmaster. He's a famous wi- ," Ron was cut short by Hermione, who shook her head warningly.
"Chill Hermione. Even if Andrea found out she'd forget once Dumbledor puts a memory charm on her, right?"
"I suppose." Ron continued with the explanation.
"Dumbledor is a famous wizard and…" Ron rambled on about this Dumbledor person and I didn't hear much after I heard the word 'wizard'. Were these people really wizards?! What had I landed myself in? I wish that God would just stretch out his hand from Heaven and put me back in London, with my friends! That's not much is it?
*
I stood outside this huge castle, gaping with my mouth open. What a school. If only my own school was half as big and beautiful! This place was simply…magical! New, as this place was to me, I felt as though I'd come here once before. But how could that be? Probably just déjà vu or something.
Harry, Hermione and Ron began to walk into the school building via the main entrance that all the students were using, making it very crowded. I forced my way through the load of excited students (they were actually excited about school?!) I reached the marble staircase and waited for the others who hadn't arrived yet.
Had they got lost? Surely not, this was the nearest staircase to the headmaster's office. Hang on. How did I know that?
"Excuse me miss…" said an impatient voice. A dark shadow hung over me, I spun round and came face to face with a woman who wore a pointed hat and emerald cloak. The colour in her face drained and she became very pale. She let out a gasp. The impatient tone in her voice had now gone and she spoke as though she didn't have enough breath. "You're…it cannot be!…That is totally impossible!" I looked at her bewildered. Just as I was about to speak to explain who I was, I was interrupted by Harry, who had found me at last.
"Professor. This girl is a muggle. She accidentally fell through the barrier and got on the Hogwarts Express."
Colour had now returned to her cheeks and she spoke in a bossy, teacher-like voice again, her eyes not leaving my face. "I see, Mr Potter. If you and Mr Weasly (who had just arrived with Hermione) and Miss Granger could kindly escort Miss Venlo to Professor Dumbledor's office."
"Do you mean Andrea, professor?" asked Hermione. The professor smiled a weak smile, "I am sorry, yes Miss Granger. I must tend to the first years, the sorting ceremony is to begin very soon." With that she hurried away.
"Who was that?" I asked once she was away from us.
"That is Professor McGonagall. She is the transfiguration teacher, and head of our house." Explained Hermione.
"What are your houses called?"
"Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and…Slytherin."
"Nice names. Better than our house names. Plumtree, Chestnut, Hawbarrow and Horncop! They suck!"
*
We arrived eventually outside Dumbledor's office. Though we remained by the statue and couldn't get in because we didn't know the password. In the words of Homer Simpson…D'oh!
They tried a lot of words ranging from things like, "Sherbet Lemons" to "Fawkes" and "Felulu". ^_^' To me, this head master sounds a bit…strange!
We gave up hope and they slumped against the cold stonewalls. They were too cold for me, but then again, they wore cloaks and me…I wore a sleeveless top, which was very thin! I paced back and forth. Racking my brains for a password. So far…nothing.
I must have fallen into a trance or something because moments later Hermione and co. were shaking me lightly. I suddenly snapped out of it.
"Omnis pro di immortales."
"What?" they said simultaneously.
"Huh? Did I just say something?" Did I? How come I can't remember?
"You spoke in a funny accent. Sounded like Latin or something." Said Ron.
"You said Omnis Pro di Immortales." Said Hermione.
"I did? Cool!" I thought about what Hermione said, " Omnis Pro di Immortales?" That did it. The statue slid aside and the corridor was open to us. We looked in shock at each other. I, Andrea, just opened the door….Wow! But how did I know the password? Why do I keep feeling familiar with this place? WHAT'S GOING ON?!
Anyway, all I wanted more than anything was to get back to London, (even though I like Scotland which is besides the point!)
The corridor was lit by bright lights on either sides. Everyone was quiet, probably thinking the same as I was, before…
"What was that?" A transparent body-like thing had just floated by casually in front of me.
"Oh," said Harry, realising what I meant, " That was just a ghost."
I laughed out, loudly before repeating the statement, " Just a ghost!" And the next moment I had blacked out and hit the hard stone floor.