Abigail Walker stood outside Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry with a look of pure fascination on her face. She had never seen anything so beautiful. "Wow!" was all she could say. She and her friends all stood there gaping at the huge castle. Abigail was a 5th year. She and most of the kids that attended HoneyCone academy had transferred to Hogwarts. The reason they all did that was because one of the older students was caught "comunicating" (no one knows how) with Voldemort on school grounds. And ofcourse, the parents thought that it was outrageous that the school hadn't found out about him earlier, and transferred thier kids right away. It would be difficult, Abby (Abigail) thought to adjust to a whole new school so late in the term. "Okay, the letter says to 'enter the great hall, where we will be sorted'" said Caitlin Hardy, Abby's best friend. "SORTED? What the hell is that!?" Asked Lucy Small, looking like some one just slapped her on the face. "Oh, that's what they do to new students here, they get vampires to suck your blood out, then they do this blood test thingy to see what house your supposed to be in" Replied Frank Scott, another 5th year transfer. "DO NOT ask what houses are, Lucy" Added Abby. "Come on you guys! We have to go! New school, sorting, REMEMBER?!" Cried out Caitlin. So, they all made thier way up the stairs to the great hall. As they were walking Jason Biel asked, "What do you think the kids are like here?" "I HOPE they're not snobs," Replied Jessica, his twin sister. The twins looked exactly alike, except Jessica had long hair and Jason had short hair. "I can't stand snobs.." Abby wasn't listening to the rest of the conversation. She looked behind her and saw HUNDREDS of familiar faces. There were about 30 5th years in the crowd. They all entered the great (silent) hall. Every head in the room was facing them. Abby felt her face getting hot, and she was pretty sure she was blushing. She noticed that there were four long tables. "Ah! And here they are!" Said an old voice. Abby saw that the speaker was an old man with an extremly long beard. "That's proffessor Dumbledore, the head master." Whispered Caitlin. "I think it is time to start the sorting....Proffesor..?" "Oh! yes, ofcourse" Said a woman who had grey hair in a bun. She was holding a long piece of paper, and she asked the new students to form a line. Abby and her friends stood in the middle of the line, and watched as "Abernathy, Amber" was sorted into Ravenclaw. One of the four long tables cheered loudly, and Abby figured it must be the Ravenclaw table. Abby wasn't paying attention, until she heard "Hardy, Caitlin" She snapped back to reality. Caitlin sat on a stool and put on an ugly old hat. Right away, it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table erupted with cheers. Abby noticed that Caitlin sat next to Jason, she looked around for Jessica and found her sitting in the Ravenclaw table. She was obviosly making new friends, because not many HoneyCone kids were sorted into Ravenclaw, and she was talking to a Hogwarts boy. In no time at all, Frank was sorted into Gryffindor, and Lucy into Hufflepuff. There were only a few students left when Abby's name was called. She stepped onto the platform, sat on the stool and put on the hat. "Abigail Walker! Hmm..Hmm..Hmm..... Your friend, YES, Caitlin wanted me to place you in Gryffindor, with her. But no, no, NO! You are very much a SLYTHERIN!" Abby couldn't fight the look of pure terror on her face. The Slytherin table was practicatly jumping up and down! She sat in the nearest empty seat.