Lucidia, Lara, Starla, Roy, and Georgia walked up the steps into the castle and
went into the great hall, to their table.
"I wonder what we will learn this year," Georgia said.
"I hope we learn about more creatures and dark arts stuff," Lara said. Everyone looked at Lara.
"Into the dark arts now?" Starla asked, grinning.
"Well defense against them. I was thinking of maybe becoming an auror…it seems like
a very interesting job." Lara replied. "What do you think, Lucidia? Lucidia?"
Lucidia wasn't paying attention. She was staring at the Slytherin table. Her mouth was wide open
and she was drooling.
"Lucidia?" Roy asked. Lucidia turned around, looking like she was in a trance.
"Yes?" Lucidia said. Her eyes were glazing.
"Are you okay?" Lara asked. Lucidia dropped her voice.
"Look at that seventh year Slytherin…he has spiked black hair…NO DON'T LOOK!" Lucidia said.
Her friends all looked at her like she was crazy. "What chance do you think I have with him on a scale of 1-10?"
Lara looked at the Slytherin, then at Lucidia. "Seeing as you're a Gryffindor and he's a Slytherin
and Slytherins hate Gryffindors, I would say a 0."
Lucidia glared at her friend, "I SAID 1-10!"
"May I have your attention, please?" the headmaster said, through the crowd. "The sorting ceremony will begin now…"
They started from the A's and then finally they called Starla's sister.
"Rina Lupin!"
A young girl with long sandy brown hair emerged from the pack of first years. She was a bit
shorter than the others. Rina walked over and put on the sorting hat. After a few minutes,
it yelled Gryffindor. Rina smiled and walked over to the Gryffindor table. She sat next to Starla,
who congratulated her.
Finally, the sorting ceremony was over and they began to eat.
"The food is better this year," Lara complimented and took another helping of mashed potatoes.
Starla looked at her sister, "why so shy, Rina?"
"Because I don't know anyone here," Rina said.
"You know me!" Lucidia said, sounding slightly hurt at not being remembered by Rina.
"Yes, I know Lucidia but no one else."
"OH I'M SORRY!" Starla said, smacking herself on the forehead. "This is Lara Potter,
that's Roy Weasley, and that's Georgia Weasley."
"Are you twins?" Rina asked them.
"Yes," Roy and Georgia said.
"I can see that," Rina said. "You look a lot alike. Same face, same hair, same freckles…"
"He is so gorgeous…" Lucidia said. Everyone looked at Lucidia, startled. Again she was looking at the seventh year.
"You like Devon, then?" asked a girl with blonde hair, next to Lucidia. The girl was a seventh year too.
Lucidia had never spoken to her before.
"Devon?" Lucidia asked.
"The boy in Slytherin with black spiked hair?" the girl said, like Lucidia was missing a few screws.
"Oh, yes," Lucidia said. The girl laughed and Lucidia didn't know why until the girl spoke again.
"So you like Snape's son?" she said. Everyone looked up from their meal.
"What?" Lucidia asked, stunned.
"Devon Snape-he is professor Snape's son!" the girl replied.
"Oh no…" Lucidia said.
"You've now dropped from a zero chance to a -1000 chance…" Lara said, in an announcer voice.
went into the great hall, to their table.
"I wonder what we will learn this year," Georgia said.
"I hope we learn about more creatures and dark arts stuff," Lara said. Everyone looked at Lara.
"Into the dark arts now?" Starla asked, grinning.
"Well defense against them. I was thinking of maybe becoming an auror…it seems like
a very interesting job." Lara replied. "What do you think, Lucidia? Lucidia?"
Lucidia wasn't paying attention. She was staring at the Slytherin table. Her mouth was wide open
and she was drooling.
"Lucidia?" Roy asked. Lucidia turned around, looking like she was in a trance.
"Yes?" Lucidia said. Her eyes were glazing.
"Are you okay?" Lara asked. Lucidia dropped her voice.
"Look at that seventh year Slytherin…he has spiked black hair…NO DON'T LOOK!" Lucidia said.
Her friends all looked at her like she was crazy. "What chance do you think I have with him on a scale of 1-10?"
Lara looked at the Slytherin, then at Lucidia. "Seeing as you're a Gryffindor and he's a Slytherin
and Slytherins hate Gryffindors, I would say a 0."
Lucidia glared at her friend, "I SAID 1-10!"
"May I have your attention, please?" the headmaster said, through the crowd. "The sorting ceremony will begin now…"
They started from the A's and then finally they called Starla's sister.
"Rina Lupin!"
A young girl with long sandy brown hair emerged from the pack of first years. She was a bit
shorter than the others. Rina walked over and put on the sorting hat. After a few minutes,
it yelled Gryffindor. Rina smiled and walked over to the Gryffindor table. She sat next to Starla,
who congratulated her.
Finally, the sorting ceremony was over and they began to eat.
"The food is better this year," Lara complimented and took another helping of mashed potatoes.
Starla looked at her sister, "why so shy, Rina?"
"Because I don't know anyone here," Rina said.
"You know me!" Lucidia said, sounding slightly hurt at not being remembered by Rina.
"Yes, I know Lucidia but no one else."
"OH I'M SORRY!" Starla said, smacking herself on the forehead. "This is Lara Potter,
that's Roy Weasley, and that's Georgia Weasley."
"Are you twins?" Rina asked them.
"Yes," Roy and Georgia said.
"I can see that," Rina said. "You look a lot alike. Same face, same hair, same freckles…"
"He is so gorgeous…" Lucidia said. Everyone looked at Lucidia, startled. Again she was looking at the seventh year.
"You like Devon, then?" asked a girl with blonde hair, next to Lucidia. The girl was a seventh year too.
Lucidia had never spoken to her before.
"Devon?" Lucidia asked.
"The boy in Slytherin with black spiked hair?" the girl said, like Lucidia was missing a few screws.
"Oh, yes," Lucidia said. The girl laughed and Lucidia didn't know why until the girl spoke again.
"So you like Snape's son?" she said. Everyone looked up from their meal.
"What?" Lucidia asked, stunned.
"Devon Snape-he is professor Snape's son!" the girl replied.
"Oh no…" Lucidia said.
"You've now dropped from a zero chance to a -1000 chance…" Lara said, in an announcer voice.