As soon as we left the plane, in front of us was the hugest building ever. It was even better than in the Harry potter movies and it looked a little more modern. Even though Harmony, Carmen and I stood in awe, Rod and Harry just walked on, like it was nothing. "Hey, all the newbies, come over here," a female voice called out. We all turned our heads towards the voice and saw an elderly woman with ragity robes on, We all made our way to her. There was already a group of other people there. I recognized Daniel out of them. When everyone was there (it was about 60 people), the lady took off and we followed. "Sorting?" I asked Rod. He just shrugged. "Probably," We entered the building. It looked like it did in the movie. Nothing special like the outside. Next thing we saw was the Great Hall. Now that was huge but it had to be. There were four large tables with about 400 (yes, seriously) people at each of them, ranging from about our age to about Tom's age. I felt hundreds of eyes looking at me as we entered. I looked to the front of it and saw all the professors lined up and in the middle it was no other than... "Santa Claus?" Carmen said confusedly. That was just what I was thinking and I noticed a lot of people saying the same. Then he stood up. "Welcome, everyone, to Hogpillows. If you don't know already, I'm Professors Kris Kringle IV, the headmaster of this school. Now when you name is called my Professors Smity," he motioned towards the old woman who led us here, "please come up to the platform, put on the hat which is set on the at stool, which will sort you. Once sorted, sit at the corresponding house table. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.," said the man. "So he is Santa!" Carmen cried. Rod just laughed. "He used to be. Now his grandson is." "But he ain't real!" I protested. That got me a lot of rude stares and I saw someone familar roll his eyes. "Muggles, seriously. You all never believe in magic so Santa Claus can't possibly be real. That's why he stopped deliving to you." It was Daniel Mayfol. Now while all this was going on, ole St. Nick was going on and on about rules, house points, and stufff but I figured I read the books and I was okay. I gave a rude look to Daniel (which I will now refer to as Mayfol) and then I was nudged by Carmen, "Sorting is about is starting now. They'll probably go by alphabetical order, won't they?" she said but before I could even nod, Carmen Allred was called up. (Note: 60 people have to get sorted so I suggest you skip ahead if you don't want to hear all these names). Carmen walked slowly up there. It took forever before she picked up the hat and put in on. I looked, interested, wondering what house she was going to be put in. Finally, the hat yelled Hufflepuff. She looked a little disapointed as she made her way to the Hufflepuff table. It made me wonder about what house I would be put in. "Daniel Austin," Prof. Smity called. "Hufflepuff," said the hat. "Scott Bessa" "Slytherin," "Baina Breeman," "Slytherin," "Elizabeth Bunker," "Gryffindor," It was the first Gryffindor called. The girl looked extremely happy as she jumped to the table and sat down. "Steven Chafe," I heard a few people snicker at his last name, I was one of them. "Ravenclaw," "Harry Cunnings," As this guy walked pass me, I saw Daniel Mayfol give his a secretive low five and a thumbs up sign. "Slytherin," I figured that. If he was friends with Mayfol, then he had to be a Slytherin. "Sauna Damon," "Gryffindor," "John Doe," "Tractors!" I whispered with a laugh. "Gryffindor," "Randa Duncan," "Slytherin," "Drake Ellings," a tall blonde jogged up to the sorting hat and quickly put it on. We stood there for about five minutes (literally) before the hat finally put him in Gryffindor. "Julie Evans," The girl had a cheerleading outfit under her robes. She hopped up there, looking as preppy and prissy as anyone could with her long blonde hair and slowly put on the hat, as if not to mess up her hair. "Ravenclaw," As she walked to the Ravenclaw table, I could hear her mutter something about how the hat messed up her hair. "Robbi Evans," The girl could've been twins with the previous girl, Julie, and she probably was, yet they looked completely different. This girl looked like a downright tomboy. Her blonde hair was cut short, like a boy, under her robe was shorts that came past way down her knees and she looked like she was sagging, and the way she carried herself reminded me of a footbal player. Prof. Smity gave he a disaproving look as Robbi snatched the hat and quickly put it on. "Gryffindor," "Harmony Farger," "Good luck," I whispered. She nodded and walked just about as slowly as Carmen did, "Gryffindor," She let out a big smile and practically ran over to the table. "Sarah Foruhee," "Gryffindor," (The third in a row). "Sally Grant," "Ravenclaw," "Joshua Hamburg," "Ravenclaw," "Avril Henry," "Complicated!," me and a few others sung after she was called up. She gave us a glare. "Slytherin," "Poqualt Illegom," "Hufflepuff," She was the first one since Daniel Austin. Carmen looked pleased to have another girl join her. "Katie Iven," "Hufflepuff," "Jason Jewls," He was your classic pretty boy. I could just tell. Perfect in everyway. You know what I'm talking about. "Slytherin," I was a little taken aback by that one. His appearance didn't match his house, and as I will find out, he is a pretty boy. "Robert Joe," "Hufflepuff," "Sarah Kamsel," As she walked up, several boys did that whistle thingy, I think its called a cat call or something. Obviously, every boy in the place was attracted to her, even the older ones. I think because she was a Britney Spears wannabe. She somehow made even her robes seem sleezy. "Slytherin," All the guys at the Slytherin were cheering and the guys in the other houses were sulking. I rolled my eyes and every girl, except Sarah Kamsel of course, did the same. "Shadra Kites," "Hufflepuff," "Sean Lewis," Now he was a dork if I ever seen one. I was right, though, as you'll see later. From his oversized glasses to his extremely skinny body and weird way of walking. Even so, I promise I saw Carmen checking him out. "Gryffindor," This time, I heard barely any applause from the Gryffindor table. "Mark Lumbee," "Ravenclaw," "Daniel Mayfol," Now it was the girl's turn to swoon over him. I have to admit, even though he had the worst personallity, he was a total hunk and he seemed to know that too because he was showing off his muscles as he walked up to the Sorting Hat. "Slytherin," This time, the girls at the Slytherin table were cheering and almost every other girl was sighing. "I hope I'm in Slytherin," a girl by me said. "Jacie Michaels," The girl who just said the previous comment made her way to the hat. "Slytherin," She jumped up and practically ran over to the Slytherins, while knocking down poor Prof. Smity in the process. I guess Jacie got her wish. "Otto Michaels," "Ravenclaw," "Erin Nooie," "Hufflepuff," "Katie Noon," "Ravenclaw," "Betsy Noul," That girl's face still gives me nightmares. She looks exactly like an ape. "Slytherin," "Ross O'Donald," Another hottie. "Slytherin," "They're getting all the good ones," someone nearby me said. I think it was a boy. I'll never know. "Katie Openque," "No way!," Rod whispered loudly and a lot of people near us reactions were the same. I looked at him questionally. "Gryffindor," The cheering for her was loud at the Gryffindor table, "Drew Pankski," "Slytherin," "Orken Penmen," "Hufflepuff," "Harry Potter III," Whispering started. There reaction was close to what Rod's and harmony's was. That made me realize that I was hanging out with the heir of Harry Potter. The guy who's the main character in the most popular children's book. Harry walked up there, and he looked like he wasn't nervous or anything. He calmly put on the hat. "Gryffindor," The cheering was pretty loud, even louder then the Katie Openque girl. "David Quinton,: "Ravenclaw," "Timothy Ranken," "Gryffindor," "Matthew Scoots," "Hufflepuff," "Melissa Scott," "Hufflepuff," "Ricky Shoober," Now this guy was huge. Looked like one of those wrestlers. Everyone cleared out of the way as he made his way. "Hufflepuff," "Dude Skating," His parents were either skaters or were drunking when they named that dude, Dude. "Hufflepuff," That was the fourth one in a row. "Thomas Smith," "Ravenclaw," "Jamie Snow," A girl Jamie, not a boy. "Gryffindor," "Patrick Swane," "Slytherin," "Raven Tisley," I looked at Rod. "Is she related to you?" I asked and he nodded. "Yeah, my younger sister." was his reply. That got me confused. "How's she your younger sister? She's in the same year as---," He put his hand up to stop me, because his sister had just put on the hat. "Ravenclaw," "What?" Rod yelled. "Rod Tisley," He looked very worried as he trembled up to the hat. He was shaking noticeably as he put in on. "Gryffindor," He sighed with relief. I knew it was getting close to me, little did I know how close it would be. "Chanelle Tyson," I froze. I was next. With a deep breathe, I made my way towards the people. I didn't really know waht house I wanted to be in. My best friend was in Hufflepuff, but Gryffindor was where all my new friends were. "My thoughts were interrupted as I reached the sorting hat. I shoved it on my head and hear its voice. "Watch it," the hat said violently. "I see you are slightly impatient. You want to be with all your friends but you can't. Brave and very passionate. A little shy sometimes and sometimes a trouble maker. I think you belong in-," "Gryffindor," As soon as it called that, the first thing I noticed was Carmen's face. It dropped. I made my way to the table and sat across from. Harmony wavedto me from the way down and so did Harry. It felt good to finally be able to sit down. "So what did it say about you?" Rod asked as Amirine Turdy was called up. "I'm brave, passionate, sometimes shy, sometimes a trouble maker, and impatient." "I'm brave also, defensive, oh, and I'm clever," "Ravenclaw," That's the house Amirine Turdy was put in. "Bach Uvenheimer," Now that last name was a mouthful. "Hufflepuff," "Harsella Visbeen," That name seemed rather American. Maybe Carmen and I weren't the only ones. "Slytherin," "John White," "Ravenclaw," "Jeremy Williams," I liked him (not, like like, but like as a friend) since I saw him. He seemed likethe nicest guy and kinda cute too. "Gryffindor," I cheered with the rest of the house as he came down and sat next to me. "Hello!," he said in accent that didn't sound quite British but close. "Chanelle Tyson, right?" I nodded and smiled, "Yep, I guess we're housemates now," His eyes widened. "So your not British either?" he asked. I guess I was using my natural voice instead of the one I learned from TV. "Yeah," I replied. "I'm American, and you?" Before he could reply, Amy Wu was sorted into Ravenclaw. "Austrailan," was his reply and then we both truned our attention back to the sorting. "Xavier Xavier," Another guy with messed up parents. His name would be like if my parents had named my brother Tyson (which is a first name, by the way). "Slytherin," Xavier seems kind of an evil name, doesn't it. "Jenny York," "Ravenclaw," "Laura Young," "Ravenclaw," "Sue Zaven," "Hufflepuff," "James Zelinksie," "Hufflepuff," There was no one left to be sorted. The hat quickly disapeared and Proffessor Smity took her seat.