*~* Chapter 3's here! In this chapter a revelation is made concerning Emily and Ron. Plus, Katie
is featured along with her constant mood swings!
*~* DISCLAIMER: My Fanfic. Warner Bros' Harry Potter. And Hogwarts. And Quidditch (actually, JK
Rowling made 'em up, but Warner Bros. owns 'em.)
CHAPTER 3 - Sorting Ceremony Dramas
Katie heard the familiar voice of Hagrid calling "Firs' years! Firs' year over 'ere!" She smiled
and proceeded to find him. It wasn't hard - he was the only towering, shadowy figure she could
see. Katie pushed past people until she could see Hagrid clearly. "Hi Hag -" she started, but she
noticed that Monica and her friends were already talking to him. "Oh." Tears filled her eyes as
she remembered what Monica had said about her. She was about to burst into loud sobs when her
friends approached her. "Katie, what's wrong?" Katie suddenly snapped out of her sadness and said,
brightly, "Nothing! Come on, we'll be late for the Sorting Ceremony! And we DON'T want to miss
that!" And with that, they ran, top speed, to the carriages.
In the Great Hall, Monica and Katie sat far apart, although Monica did try to get a seat next to
her sister. Monica had sat down next to her "Katie, what's wrong?" she asked. Next to her, Katie
was trying (unsuccessfully) to stifle her giggles. "Did I hear something?" she asked Lauren.
Monica sighed, then got up and walked over to sit between Harry and Emily.
As the Sorting Ceremony proceeded, Monica looked over to Emily and Ron, who were sitting next to
each other. Ron was blushing intensely, and Emily was trying to concentrate on the Ceremony.
However, she too was blushing so much that it was almost the colour of Ron's fiery red hair.
Monica smiled, nudged Harry and nodded her head towards her two friends. Harry, getting the idea,
grinned at Ron and Emily with an expression that clearly said "Something's going on with those two."
Monica and Harry let out a little giggle, then returned their attention to the Sorting Ceremony
that had almost finished.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the Gryffindor table, Katie and her friends were paying their FULL
attention to the Sorting Ceremony, clapping and cheering whenever students were sorted into
Gryffindor. However, Katie was also cheering for the students that were sorted into Ravenclaw,
because they were obviously very bright students that she would LOVE to get to know.
"Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak! Thankyou." Dumbledore said, as his words of great inspiration.
As the feast started, Monica heard large sobs from the other end of the long table. She rolled her
eyes, knowing it was Katie. Down at the other end, Katie was saying through her tears, "His
speeches are just so...so inspirational...you know, and...and...it's just so hard not to cry...they're
so beautiful..."
"Yes, I know Katie. Calm down." Alison said to her. She was about to suggest that she read her
Transfiguration Techniques for the 36th time when Dumbledore stood up and said "I have one last
notice to make. Third years will have the day off tomorrow while their timetables are being
prepared."
This was just too much for Katie. She started screaming, with large tears falling down her face.
She pounded the table with her fists, and everyone, including Dumbledore, stared at her
disbelievingly. "IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S JUST NOT FAIR" she screamed, and stormed off to the common
room. Harry looked at Monica with a No-Offence-But-Your-Sister-Is-WEIRD expression on his face.
Monica stared into his eyes, an I-Know-What-You-Mean look on hers. They often communicated this
way - there was no need for words.
After the feast, when they were feeling full and sleepy, they trudged up to the common room where
they found Katie on the step, shivering, with tears running down her face. All four of them gave
her a puzzled look, and she merely said, in a small voice "I don't know the password." Monica
shook her head and said. "It's braveheart - but...Katie, why weren't you talking to me before?"
Katie, snapping back into her normal, snobby self, turned to the portrait of the fat lady,
screamed "BRAVEHEART!!" and walked in. Just as the portrait was closing, she turned around and
said "Thankyou." in an annoyed tone. Monica ran forward - too late. The portrait smacked her in
the face and she toppled to the ground. Her friends ran forward to help her, and just as she was
climbing to her feet, the fat lady said, "Tut tut. Having sibling problems, are we?"
is featured along with her constant mood swings!
*~* DISCLAIMER: My Fanfic. Warner Bros' Harry Potter. And Hogwarts. And Quidditch (actually, JK
Rowling made 'em up, but Warner Bros. owns 'em.)
CHAPTER 3 - Sorting Ceremony Dramas
Katie heard the familiar voice of Hagrid calling "Firs' years! Firs' year over 'ere!" She smiled
and proceeded to find him. It wasn't hard - he was the only towering, shadowy figure she could
see. Katie pushed past people until she could see Hagrid clearly. "Hi Hag -" she started, but she
noticed that Monica and her friends were already talking to him. "Oh." Tears filled her eyes as
she remembered what Monica had said about her. She was about to burst into loud sobs when her
friends approached her. "Katie, what's wrong?" Katie suddenly snapped out of her sadness and said,
brightly, "Nothing! Come on, we'll be late for the Sorting Ceremony! And we DON'T want to miss
that!" And with that, they ran, top speed, to the carriages.
In the Great Hall, Monica and Katie sat far apart, although Monica did try to get a seat next to
her sister. Monica had sat down next to her "Katie, what's wrong?" she asked. Next to her, Katie
was trying (unsuccessfully) to stifle her giggles. "Did I hear something?" she asked Lauren.
Monica sighed, then got up and walked over to sit between Harry and Emily.
As the Sorting Ceremony proceeded, Monica looked over to Emily and Ron, who were sitting next to
each other. Ron was blushing intensely, and Emily was trying to concentrate on the Ceremony.
However, she too was blushing so much that it was almost the colour of Ron's fiery red hair.
Monica smiled, nudged Harry and nodded her head towards her two friends. Harry, getting the idea,
grinned at Ron and Emily with an expression that clearly said "Something's going on with those two."
Monica and Harry let out a little giggle, then returned their attention to the Sorting Ceremony
that had almost finished.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the Gryffindor table, Katie and her friends were paying their FULL
attention to the Sorting Ceremony, clapping and cheering whenever students were sorted into
Gryffindor. However, Katie was also cheering for the students that were sorted into Ravenclaw,
because they were obviously very bright students that she would LOVE to get to know.
"Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak! Thankyou." Dumbledore said, as his words of great inspiration.
As the feast started, Monica heard large sobs from the other end of the long table. She rolled her
eyes, knowing it was Katie. Down at the other end, Katie was saying through her tears, "His
speeches are just so...so inspirational...you know, and...and...it's just so hard not to cry...they're
so beautiful..."
"Yes, I know Katie. Calm down." Alison said to her. She was about to suggest that she read her
Transfiguration Techniques for the 36th time when Dumbledore stood up and said "I have one last
notice to make. Third years will have the day off tomorrow while their timetables are being
prepared."
This was just too much for Katie. She started screaming, with large tears falling down her face.
She pounded the table with her fists, and everyone, including Dumbledore, stared at her
disbelievingly. "IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S JUST NOT FAIR" she screamed, and stormed off to the common
room. Harry looked at Monica with a No-Offence-But-Your-Sister-Is-WEIRD expression on his face.
Monica stared into his eyes, an I-Know-What-You-Mean look on hers. They often communicated this
way - there was no need for words.
After the feast, when they were feeling full and sleepy, they trudged up to the common room where
they found Katie on the step, shivering, with tears running down her face. All four of them gave
her a puzzled look, and she merely said, in a small voice "I don't know the password." Monica
shook her head and said. "It's braveheart - but...Katie, why weren't you talking to me before?"
Katie, snapping back into her normal, snobby self, turned to the portrait of the fat lady,
screamed "BRAVEHEART!!" and walked in. Just as the portrait was closing, she turned around and
said "Thankyou." in an annoyed tone. Monica ran forward - too late. The portrait smacked her in
the face and she toppled to the ground. Her friends ran forward to help her, and just as she was
climbing to her feet, the fat lady said, "Tut tut. Having sibling problems, are we?"