The Sorting Hat
Professor McGonagall led Gen into her office, she clapped her hands, and a fire roared to life, then indicated a chair for Gen to sit in. Gen remained standing. Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, and looked at Gen wonderingly as she sad behind her great desk, and set the sorting hat down on the table.
"I suppose I should explain who I am," Gen started, with more confidence than she really had, dropping all hopes of faking a Scottish accent, as she wasn't sure if it sounded Scottish of French.
"No," McGonagall said assuredly, "Professor Dumbledor wants to deal with you personally. I have brought you here to wait for him. Please sit down," again McGonagall indicated the chair. Gen sat, wondering how McGonagall had already conversed with Dumbledor about her presence, when she had been there ever since McGonagall first found her to be an imposter. "Are you hungry?" Mc Gonagall asked kindly.
"No, not really," Gen was never hungry. She couldn't remember ever being hungry in her whole life. It might have been that she was almost always eating, for which she thanked god for a fast metabolism.
Gen and McGonagall sat, staring at each other for a long time. Gen was beginning to wonder if the feast was over yet, when the door opened and Dumbledor entered. "Thank you Minerva," he said, and McGonagall nodded, "now, if you please, I'd like to talk to Miss Bangle alone." McGonagall nodded again, and got up to leave, taking the sorting hat in her hand. "No," Dumbledor said, "leave it, I'll return it to my office later." McGonagall nodded a third time before leaving. Gen was still wondering how he had known her name when Dumbledor spoke again, "I am Albus Dumbledor, I believe you already knew that." He sat behind McGonagall's desk.
"I'm Genevere Bangle, and I'm wondering how you know that," she said cheekily.
"You, miss, are trespassing," Dumbledor said seriously. Gen bit her lip. She had no answer to his comment, and no way to retort as she had before. "Are you aware of the consequences of your actions?" Gen looked down at her feet, "still, it's most interesting that you made your way this far. To decide your fate, I'm going to use this hat." Gen watched in wonder as Dumbledor stood, and picked up the sorting hat. He walked to where Gen sat, and dropped the sorting hat on her head, over her eyes. Gen looked at the black inside of the hat. This has got to be a major transmitter of lice, Gen thought.
"Hmm…" a voice echoed in Gen's mind, "I see you underwent quite a journey. The first of its kind, if I'm not mistaken. You built that contraption on your own? It's surprising that you survived! Either you're very brave, or very stupid. Strangely enough you don't seem to be both. Your intentions were good… I commend you on actually taking such a risk in the name of exploration, whatever your intentions. Hmm… fear. I sense fear in going back; fear, but still a willingness to do so. You fear going, because you aren't sure of where you'll end up. According to your theory restarting the machine might take you anywhere, and you certainly don't want to be thrown across the dimensions, not knowing where you're going a second time.
"Perhaps you would rather stay here, and test out the machine, to prove your theory, before giving yourself to the dogs. What's that…? You want to take classes as a first year? But who's to say if you're a witch or not? Intriguing that you would request something like that. Well then, I suppose if that is what you think best… Now then, what house to put you in? Hmm… You have a great thirst for knowledge, no hiding that, and your ability to acquire it is substantial… better be RAVENCLAW!"
Okay, I know this chapter was like uber short. The next chapter is coming soon. Much love! Please R&R!