And that ended all conversation between the four until they stopped at
Hogwarts where a tall, gigantic man dressed in brown, rather filthy robes
walked out in front of the train. "Come on," he spoke in a loud, deep
voice.
"Whose that?" Nikole whispered, following the crowd of students into the castle.
Harry cleared his throat. "That's Hagrid."
"Who?" Nikole looked up at the giant.
"Rubeous Hagrid. He's the grounds and keys keeper of Hogwarts." Harry walked quickly as to not get pushed or shoved out onto other students. "Come on then." He pushed her gently forward.
"Oh," Nikole replied, not taking her eyes off the giant named Hagrid.
In the castle
Nikole's eyes wandered into the ceiling as she entered into the Great Hall. "This is so cool."
Harry looked at her in the same, peaceful way he did. "Apparently."
Nikole looked at him and bit her bottom lip and giggled. "Sorry if I'm being weird about this. It's just my first year." Harry smiled and Nikole felt her cheeks flush a light pink. "Where do I go exactly?"
"Just stand in the front, Nikole."
"Where'll you be?"
"Sitting here," he replied, taking a seat at the long table. "This is the Gryffindor long table."
"A house, right?"
"Yes, ma'am," he laughed.
The room silenced and a woman in a green robe holding a piece of parchment stood in the front of the room. "Geoffrey Higgins." Nikole watched carefully as a young man about ten or eleven walked up to the front and sat on a stool. The woman placed a hat on his head.
The hat spoke. "Hufflepuff."
Wow, Nikole thought to herself, a talking hat...cool.
Everyone at a certain long table clapped and cheered. "Nikole Piper." The room instantly silenced. She heard murmurs and whispers from the tables and from the crowd behind her. Walking slowly, she sat on the stool. "Nice to meet you, Kathryn," the woman replied. Nikole stared at her, then furrowed her brows. The woman placed the hat on her head.
"Ah, finally. I haven't seen you in ages, Lady Kathryn. What's been consuming your time?" asked the hat.
"I'm not Kathryn," she spoke. "Who is she?"
Everyone gasped.
"What?" Nikole asked.
The hat answered. "Lady Kathryn, your father was a famous professor at Hogwarts and your mother the greatest witch of all history. How is it you don't know your own name?"
"What? My mother wasn't even a witch and my father was a wizard and was not a professor at Hogwarts. They didn't even come to Hogwarts cause they were from the States." Nikole looked around the room. "Did I miss something?"
Everyone became quiet.
"Yup, I definitely missed something." Nikole shifted uneasily on the stool. "So then tell me what I missed."
No one answered.
"Okay. This doesn't work. Just sort me, okay?" Nikole looked up at the hat on her head.
"Yes, Lady Kathryn," it replied.
"Stop calling me that," Nikole answered in a soft but firm voice.
"Gryffindor," the hat barely whispered.
The room was silent then gradually became filled with clapping. Nikole ungratefully jumped off the stool and walked to the long table. "Miss Piper?" Nikole turned around and looked at the woman. The woman continued, "Please sit next to Mr. Potter."
Nikole obeyed. She slumped in her seat as the food appeared on the tables. "This is not going to be a good year," she mumbled to herself. She felt it and she knew it. But the same question ran through her head: 'Who the hell is Lady Kathryn?'
"Whose that?" Nikole whispered, following the crowd of students into the castle.
Harry cleared his throat. "That's Hagrid."
"Who?" Nikole looked up at the giant.
"Rubeous Hagrid. He's the grounds and keys keeper of Hogwarts." Harry walked quickly as to not get pushed or shoved out onto other students. "Come on then." He pushed her gently forward.
"Oh," Nikole replied, not taking her eyes off the giant named Hagrid.
In the castle
Nikole's eyes wandered into the ceiling as she entered into the Great Hall. "This is so cool."
Harry looked at her in the same, peaceful way he did. "Apparently."
Nikole looked at him and bit her bottom lip and giggled. "Sorry if I'm being weird about this. It's just my first year." Harry smiled and Nikole felt her cheeks flush a light pink. "Where do I go exactly?"
"Just stand in the front, Nikole."
"Where'll you be?"
"Sitting here," he replied, taking a seat at the long table. "This is the Gryffindor long table."
"A house, right?"
"Yes, ma'am," he laughed.
The room silenced and a woman in a green robe holding a piece of parchment stood in the front of the room. "Geoffrey Higgins." Nikole watched carefully as a young man about ten or eleven walked up to the front and sat on a stool. The woman placed a hat on his head.
The hat spoke. "Hufflepuff."
Wow, Nikole thought to herself, a talking hat...cool.
Everyone at a certain long table clapped and cheered. "Nikole Piper." The room instantly silenced. She heard murmurs and whispers from the tables and from the crowd behind her. Walking slowly, she sat on the stool. "Nice to meet you, Kathryn," the woman replied. Nikole stared at her, then furrowed her brows. The woman placed the hat on her head.
"Ah, finally. I haven't seen you in ages, Lady Kathryn. What's been consuming your time?" asked the hat.
"I'm not Kathryn," she spoke. "Who is she?"
Everyone gasped.
"What?" Nikole asked.
The hat answered. "Lady Kathryn, your father was a famous professor at Hogwarts and your mother the greatest witch of all history. How is it you don't know your own name?"
"What? My mother wasn't even a witch and my father was a wizard and was not a professor at Hogwarts. They didn't even come to Hogwarts cause they were from the States." Nikole looked around the room. "Did I miss something?"
Everyone became quiet.
"Yup, I definitely missed something." Nikole shifted uneasily on the stool. "So then tell me what I missed."
No one answered.
"Okay. This doesn't work. Just sort me, okay?" Nikole looked up at the hat on her head.
"Yes, Lady Kathryn," it replied.
"Stop calling me that," Nikole answered in a soft but firm voice.
"Gryffindor," the hat barely whispered.
The room was silent then gradually became filled with clapping. Nikole ungratefully jumped off the stool and walked to the long table. "Miss Piper?" Nikole turned around and looked at the woman. The woman continued, "Please sit next to Mr. Potter."
Nikole obeyed. She slumped in her seat as the food appeared on the tables. "This is not going to be a good year," she mumbled to herself. She felt it and she knew it. But the same question ran through her head: 'Who the hell is Lady Kathryn?'