Chapter 6 – The Sorting

            Olivia quickly shoved the books she was looking at under the chair as Dumbledore entered her room. She had been looking up some more stuff on the Order of Phoenix. Olivia hid the books because she didn't want Dumbledore to know that she had read both his and Professor McGonagall's minds.

            "God evening Ms. Stanton" Dumbledore greeted "I see you've been using the library to your benefit."       

            "Oh yes there's so much for me to learn."

            "That there is. I've come to you for two terms. One for business the second for your personal knowledge. First the feast will be in a half-hours time; Professor McGonagall will come to collect you. Now onto the second. Upon learning about these books you lent to me I had to alert the Ministry of Magic of them. They decided to do a worldwide memory modification charm for the muggles. We've let them keep the books and so on but changed how they would view everything and some of the information. No muggle will be able to find their way here with the books, none will think it exists."        

            "It's for the best of everyone." Olivia commented.

            "Exactly …I'm glad you agree. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go get ready for that feast."

            Olivia waited until Dumbledore was out of the room before letting out the sigh she had held in. In all reality the news had saddened her, she was hoping to send a letter to Louise, her best friend, telling her of what was going on, but now she couldn't. Louise would not only freak at seeing an owl delivering a letter she would ignore it and act like it never happened. This thought greatly depressed Olivia because her and Louise were more like sisters then best friends and not being able to talk to her sister would be hard.

            Olivia would have gone on pondering what this news meant if the clock hadn't suddenly chimed signaling that Olivia now had fifteen minutes to go ready before McGonagall would show up to escort her to the feast. Olivia walked over to her trunk of stuff and pulled out a pair of low rider jeans and a silver and grey sweater. She threw her cloak over top and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. Olivia had the standard Hogwarts robes but she didn't really feel like wearing them because it consisted of a skirt and knee high socks and she didn't really like to wear skirts.

            As Olivia was adding slivery-black eye shadow to her eyes Professor McGonagall knocked while walking into the room.

            "Ms. Stanton are you ready?"

            "Yes Professor McGonagall." Olivia responded as she turned and followed McGonagall out of her room and down the corridor down to the Great Hall where the rest of the school was. The doors opened to reveal the entire Hogwarts student body, which was surprisingly smaller then Olivia had believed it to be. But as all the heads were turning in her direction she was starting to believe that it was growing bigger. She felt the hundreds of eyes follow her as she walked between the Huffelpuff and Ravenclaw tables to the Teachers table. In front of the table was the stool and hat she had read so much about. She sat on the stool and stared at the doors avoiding everyone's gaze as the hat was lowered onto her head.

            "Oh dear this will be tough." The hat whispered into Olivia's ear. "But I sense only one of you where could the other be? Oh well we'd better try and sort you. Hummmm………I see a great mind, Loyalty, courage, cunning, and strength but where to put you? You could survive in Huffelpuff but you wouldn't prosper, the same would go for Ravenclaw. Now Slytherin would be of great use to you but would hinder many of your for told abilities and powers. Gryffindor will do you well but could cause you to lose touch with some abilities."

            "Make it Gryffindor I know I'll do best there." Olivia pleaded trying to sound sure of herself.

            "Well if you really think so…I guess it'd better be………Gryffindor!"

            The hat shouted out Olivia's house at last and she sighed and huge sigh of relief. She heard the explosion of clapping coming from the Gryffindor's and was able to suppress the urge to run to the table. Olivia calmly walked over to the ecstatic Gryffindor table and took the empty seat next to Harry. Once she sat down Dumbledore stood up and silenced the whole hall.

            "Congratulations Ms. Stanton and may you enjoy your time here at Hogwarts. Now lets all eat."

            With that said the whole entire hall broke out into excited gossip again as their plates filled with every type of food imaginable. As Olivia was looking for which food she wanted to eat she noticed that there were some new foods on the table.

            "Cheese stake! Pizza! Damn this is the life; I just hope that they're as good as the one's at home." Olivia exclaimed as she spotted two of her favorite meals mixed in with all the other English foods.

            Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindor's that were close enough to hear Olivia's out burst looked to see what she was talking about. They'd never heard of a Cheese stake or Pizza, except for those that were muggles.

            "What are they?" Ron asked with much interest.

            "Some of the best American muggle food you'll ever find or eat." Olivia replied before taking a huge bite of pizza.

            "How do you know about muggle food? I thought you were a pureblood."  A cold voice drawled from behind Olivia.

            "Well you see Malfoy I took muggle studies in my old school and since my school was in the middle of a muggle community I spent a lot of time around them and therefore I know a lot about muggles and their lifestyle."

            "Why was your school in a muggle area?" Fred Weasley, Ron's older brother, asked

            "Well there are so many people moving into America that there isn't as much open space as there used to be on the east coast. So we have to disguise all the magical things that are sitting right next to muggle things. That's' also why my school focused do much on muggle studies. The muggles think that my school in a private muggle High school that you have to be asked to attend. That's how they don't know about us."

            "Sounds like you don't know the first thing about REAL magic." Malfoy spat.

            "I wouldn't mess with me if I were you Malfoy. You don't know what I can and can't do."

            "Oh I'm so scared."

            "You asked for it."

            With that Olivia mumbled something under her breath and the chicken legs and Yorkshire pudding began to hurtle itself at Malfoy. Malfoy saw this and ducked but the food ducked as well splattering Malfoy in the head. It didn't stop there either once Malfoy got up the food regrouped itself and followed Malfoy as he ran back to the Slytherin table and hit him in the head three more times until Professor Snape saw the food and undid the spell.

            "That was wicked!" Ron exclaimed "Where'd you learn that?"

            "Oh it's just a little something I learned a while ago" Olivia responded.

            The rest of the Gryffindor table was laughing at Malfoy's misfortune and the rest of the school learned not to get on Olivia's bad side. Hermione on the other hand was a little weary of the new comer. Olivia had told them that she was a muggle but then why was she still at Hogwarts and how could she have pulled that spell on Malfoy.  Hermione decided to go and have a chat with Professor Dumbledore about this later.