Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the last to get out of the compartment. They all fell in the icky mud, because Ron was having trouble walking correctly. When they all stood up, their friends were mysteriously gone and the only carraige left had Neville in it.
"I wonder where they went," Ron said.
"They must have gone ahead," replied Hermione.
Inside, Dumbledore said some random words and all the new students were brought out. Harry looked around, assuming that his new friends would be somewhere in the crowd of children, but they were nowhere to be seen. This confused him greatly and made him wish he could see M--all of them again.
The sorting hat sang a song and everyone applauded politely, though they cringed inside to the ugliness. The students waited somewhat patiently while all the Jacks, Chloes, Sophies, and Daniels were sorted. In truth, it was very boring, but really, when isn't this boring when you're looking for the spiffy exchange students?
When the stupid firsties were all sorted, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Ha--h'm," she said. "We have some other new students here, and they may come out now!" The last bit was directed towards the door.
They shuffled in. Thom and Della were STILL talking, as were Liana and Mynta. Rene and Bree discussed the differences in raising falcons versus boa constrictors. Glen was painting her nails, and Sharon was petting something suspiciously fluffy in her purse.
"Thank you. These are all exchange students from different parts of the world," Macgonagall said, "But mainly from America. The stupid Americans will agree to anything. Ahem. Anyway...We'll go in alphabetical order." She seemed proud of herself for thinking up this order.
"Ashbury, Thomas Jebay Rapur," Magonagall said, pronouncing his name as "Ashbury, Tahmas Jay-bay Raper." Everyone laughed at the last bit.
"Wait!" Thom yelled. "You didn't say it right!"
"Of course I did," Micgonagall retorted. "The Magic Quill wrote it down this way. Blame the quill."
"Your stupid Magic Quil is wrong!" Thom screamed. He pouted and returned his voice to a normal volume. "Number One: Take the H out of Ashbury and stick it in Thomas. Pronounce the freaking H. Number Two: It's Jebay. It's supposed to be French--"
"It's not French, you pathetic excuse for a wizard," Rene hissed, loudly enough that everyone could hear him.
"Number Three: Say that again, Hudson, I dare you," Thom taunted. "Number Four: It's rah-POOR, NOT RAPER!"
Mkgonagall sighed. "All right, Asbury, Thomas Jebay Rapur. Will you come up here now?"
"Number Five: It's Thom."
"FINE. THOM. Get up here or Merlin help me I will take your wand and--"
"WAIT!" This time it was the sorting hat. "I'm not ready! I need my dance!"
"Your...dance," said Makgonagall. "Go ahead."
THe sorting hat did its dance and sighed happily. "Ready now."
Thom ran up and jammed the sorting hat on his head, even though the sorting hat was still kind of dancing a little.
"Well, well, well," the sorting hat Said into his ear. "Let's see what we've got here. A love for--B-movies? Tarzan Goes to Hell, in particular? Earl Dittman? Indian food? You are a piece of work, indeed. You've got a great mind, but a lazy one. Well, that rules out Hufflepuff. Umm...What do you want?"
"Something easy with Della."
"All right. Hope she likes...GRIFYNDOR!"
All the Gryfindores clapped, because they thought Thom was awesome. Harry, in particular, was looking forward to seeing his sandy blonde hair do the Beach-Boys surfer thing that was so, so sexy--oh, wait. Moving on now. Did not have that thought. Mcgngll, on the other hand, smacked her face and sighed.
"Juliana Natalie Castaneda," Mcgonagil said. "I hope my pronounciation suits you?"
"Yes, but I like to be called Liana, please," Liana said.
"All right. Liana."
Liana walked up carefully, trying not to trip over her green robes. The sorting hat settled around her and considered Liana.
"Truly curious. You're a saucy one, aren't you? But you're always looking out for your friend Mynta. How sweet. And...hmm...such a love for flying! You're built for Quidditch, aren't you? Are you as good a keeper as you'd like to be? Well, you seem like the sort of girl who'd work at it. I hope this suits you. HUFFLEPUFF!"
Liana walked over calmly, with a wonderfully happy smile on her face. The Hufflepuffs catcalled her.
"Diaz, Adele Cassandra," Mogonogel said.
"Della, please," Della replied.
"Della."
Della walked primly up to the Sorting hat and immediately said hello when she put him on. Before she put him on, though, she rubbed her fish bowl for luck and handed it to Mcgonagall. "Hold my seamonkeys." Mcgonagall sighed.
"Hmm...Deep loyalty to your friend, Thom, huh? But not willing to work. A quick mind, a daring love for a good Irish beer...Guinness, eh? Good taste. And ambition up the wazoo. Well, there's too much bravery here to ignore. I think you'll have to go in...GRYFFINDOR!"
Della's face was whiter than usual when she took off the hat, ignoring the cheers. "NOOOOOOOOO! I WANNA BE IN SLYTHERN!" she yelled. Turning her face to Thom's, she screamed, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't gone into Gryfndor, we could've been happy together in Slytherin! But nooo, you stupid piece of--"
"DELLA!" McGonagall yelled, silencing the pale girl. "You will sit at your house immediately."
Della did, though reluctantly, taking her seamonkeys with her and muttering violently to them.
"Farley, Sharon Hope!" Mcgonagall called.
Sharon didn't complain when her name was called, much to Mcgonagall's relief. She put the hat on and waited, still petting the furry thing in her purse.
"How sweet. Such a love of animals. Average in everything, but..well, you love animals. And a passion for the colour red. You don't really fit in much of any house, but you're a bit of a moron, so we'll stick you in...HUFFLEPUF!"
"Yay!" Sharon cried to the sounds of happy cheers. Everyone clapped nicely.
"Hudson, Rene Terry," said Mcgonagall. She noted his falcon and prayed that she wouldn't be expected to hold it.
Rene slouched over with Apollinaire on his shoulder. Linners decided, when the sorting hat was on Rene's head, to try and peck at it.
"First of all, would you make your bird stop that?" the hat said irritably.
Rene tapped Apollinaire's tail and the bird immediately ceased his vandalism of the hat.
"Thank you. Well, you're certainly the quiet type," the hat mused. "You're ambitious though, with your writing, and you've got all those brains. Wow. Well, you're loyal to no one except your falcon. And...what's this? A secret love for daisies?"
"I HAVE NOT!" Rene yelled, so loudly that everyone in the hall heard him and wondered what Rene didn't have.
"Whatever you say. Carve some into the closet, okay? Make it look nicer than they normally do in...RAVENCLAW!"
Everyone clapped at this, though the Ravenclaws looked a bit nervous at the prospect of such a strange fellow in their midst.
"Jones, Jaibria Liarielle Migan Daah!" Mcgonagall said.
Bree shook her head. "I ain't gone bother with correcting you," she said, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder. "But it's Bree."
"Bree, then."
Bree set the hat on her head and waited impatiently.
"Well, then, you're certainly rather evil-seeming. You've got a lot of ambition to be a good Quidditch player, and you're fascinated by the Dark Arts, especially the voodoo you've been taught. Curious. And the leather fetish...an interesting touch. I think you'll thrive in...SYLTHERIN!"
Everyone cheered. Della called, "I'll trade you, Bree!" but she didn't get what she wanted. Bree sauntered over and sat down at the table.
"LeBlanc, Glenda Alta!" Mcgonagall called out.
"Glen."
"Glen."
Glen waved her nails to dry and walked up to the sorting hat.
"Well, you're certainly not very ambitious...all you want to be when you're older is married...but to someone rich. Not much bravery, either, and no brains to speak of. Well, you seem to work hard...as long as the task is fashion-related. Well, I'm not just a hat, you know. I can see slightly into the future, and yours tells me that it'll be best fulfilled if you're in...HUFFLEPUFF!"
Everyone clapped. Glen blew air-kisses to them and walked over to Hufflepuff.
"Wynn, Amynta Hallie!" Mcgonagall said wearily. She was sick of yelling out names.
"Mynta, if you please."
"All right, Mynta."
"Thank you."
Mynta walked to the sorting hat.
"How interesting. You've got brains, and you've got loyalty, and you've got bravery, but you seem to be very ambitious. Will you ever stop working to make yourself perfect in every way? I think that your tragic past is fascinating, by the way. It might be dangerous for you, but it'll be best if you're in...SLYTHERIN!"
Mynta quietly said thank you and walked to Slytherin's table. Harry watched her and wished silently that maybe she would reconsider and come sit by him.
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"I wonder where they went," Ron said.
"They must have gone ahead," replied Hermione.
Inside, Dumbledore said some random words and all the new students were brought out. Harry looked around, assuming that his new friends would be somewhere in the crowd of children, but they were nowhere to be seen. This confused him greatly and made him wish he could see M--all of them again.
The sorting hat sang a song and everyone applauded politely, though they cringed inside to the ugliness. The students waited somewhat patiently while all the Jacks, Chloes, Sophies, and Daniels were sorted. In truth, it was very boring, but really, when isn't this boring when you're looking for the spiffy exchange students?
When the stupid firsties were all sorted, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Ha--h'm," she said. "We have some other new students here, and they may come out now!" The last bit was directed towards the door.
They shuffled in. Thom and Della were STILL talking, as were Liana and Mynta. Rene and Bree discussed the differences in raising falcons versus boa constrictors. Glen was painting her nails, and Sharon was petting something suspiciously fluffy in her purse.
"Thank you. These are all exchange students from different parts of the world," Macgonagall said, "But mainly from America. The stupid Americans will agree to anything. Ahem. Anyway...We'll go in alphabetical order." She seemed proud of herself for thinking up this order.
"Ashbury, Thomas Jebay Rapur," Magonagall said, pronouncing his name as "Ashbury, Tahmas Jay-bay Raper." Everyone laughed at the last bit.
"Wait!" Thom yelled. "You didn't say it right!"
"Of course I did," Micgonagall retorted. "The Magic Quill wrote it down this way. Blame the quill."
"Your stupid Magic Quil is wrong!" Thom screamed. He pouted and returned his voice to a normal volume. "Number One: Take the H out of Ashbury and stick it in Thomas. Pronounce the freaking H. Number Two: It's Jebay. It's supposed to be French--"
"It's not French, you pathetic excuse for a wizard," Rene hissed, loudly enough that everyone could hear him.
"Number Three: Say that again, Hudson, I dare you," Thom taunted. "Number Four: It's rah-POOR, NOT RAPER!"
Mkgonagall sighed. "All right, Asbury, Thomas Jebay Rapur. Will you come up here now?"
"Number Five: It's Thom."
"FINE. THOM. Get up here or Merlin help me I will take your wand and--"
"WAIT!" This time it was the sorting hat. "I'm not ready! I need my dance!"
"Your...dance," said Makgonagall. "Go ahead."
THe sorting hat did its dance and sighed happily. "Ready now."
Thom ran up and jammed the sorting hat on his head, even though the sorting hat was still kind of dancing a little.
"Well, well, well," the sorting hat Said into his ear. "Let's see what we've got here. A love for--B-movies? Tarzan Goes to Hell, in particular? Earl Dittman? Indian food? You are a piece of work, indeed. You've got a great mind, but a lazy one. Well, that rules out Hufflepuff. Umm...What do you want?"
"Something easy with Della."
"All right. Hope she likes...GRIFYNDOR!"
All the Gryfindores clapped, because they thought Thom was awesome. Harry, in particular, was looking forward to seeing his sandy blonde hair do the Beach-Boys surfer thing that was so, so sexy--oh, wait. Moving on now. Did not have that thought. Mcgngll, on the other hand, smacked her face and sighed.
"Juliana Natalie Castaneda," Mcgonagil said. "I hope my pronounciation suits you?"
"Yes, but I like to be called Liana, please," Liana said.
"All right. Liana."
Liana walked up carefully, trying not to trip over her green robes. The sorting hat settled around her and considered Liana.
"Truly curious. You're a saucy one, aren't you? But you're always looking out for your friend Mynta. How sweet. And...hmm...such a love for flying! You're built for Quidditch, aren't you? Are you as good a keeper as you'd like to be? Well, you seem like the sort of girl who'd work at it. I hope this suits you. HUFFLEPUFF!"
Liana walked over calmly, with a wonderfully happy smile on her face. The Hufflepuffs catcalled her.
"Diaz, Adele Cassandra," Mogonogel said.
"Della, please," Della replied.
"Della."
Della walked primly up to the Sorting hat and immediately said hello when she put him on. Before she put him on, though, she rubbed her fish bowl for luck and handed it to Mcgonagall. "Hold my seamonkeys." Mcgonagall sighed.
"Hmm...Deep loyalty to your friend, Thom, huh? But not willing to work. A quick mind, a daring love for a good Irish beer...Guinness, eh? Good taste. And ambition up the wazoo. Well, there's too much bravery here to ignore. I think you'll have to go in...GRYFFINDOR!"
Della's face was whiter than usual when she took off the hat, ignoring the cheers. "NOOOOOOOOO! I WANNA BE IN SLYTHERN!" she yelled. Turning her face to Thom's, she screamed, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't gone into Gryfndor, we could've been happy together in Slytherin! But nooo, you stupid piece of--"
"DELLA!" McGonagall yelled, silencing the pale girl. "You will sit at your house immediately."
Della did, though reluctantly, taking her seamonkeys with her and muttering violently to them.
"Farley, Sharon Hope!" Mcgonagall called.
Sharon didn't complain when her name was called, much to Mcgonagall's relief. She put the hat on and waited, still petting the furry thing in her purse.
"How sweet. Such a love of animals. Average in everything, but..well, you love animals. And a passion for the colour red. You don't really fit in much of any house, but you're a bit of a moron, so we'll stick you in...HUFFLEPUF!"
"Yay!" Sharon cried to the sounds of happy cheers. Everyone clapped nicely.
"Hudson, Rene Terry," said Mcgonagall. She noted his falcon and prayed that she wouldn't be expected to hold it.
Rene slouched over with Apollinaire on his shoulder. Linners decided, when the sorting hat was on Rene's head, to try and peck at it.
"First of all, would you make your bird stop that?" the hat said irritably.
Rene tapped Apollinaire's tail and the bird immediately ceased his vandalism of the hat.
"Thank you. Well, you're certainly the quiet type," the hat mused. "You're ambitious though, with your writing, and you've got all those brains. Wow. Well, you're loyal to no one except your falcon. And...what's this? A secret love for daisies?"
"I HAVE NOT!" Rene yelled, so loudly that everyone in the hall heard him and wondered what Rene didn't have.
"Whatever you say. Carve some into the closet, okay? Make it look nicer than they normally do in...RAVENCLAW!"
Everyone clapped at this, though the Ravenclaws looked a bit nervous at the prospect of such a strange fellow in their midst.
"Jones, Jaibria Liarielle Migan Daah!" Mcgonagall said.
Bree shook her head. "I ain't gone bother with correcting you," she said, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder. "But it's Bree."
"Bree, then."
Bree set the hat on her head and waited impatiently.
"Well, then, you're certainly rather evil-seeming. You've got a lot of ambition to be a good Quidditch player, and you're fascinated by the Dark Arts, especially the voodoo you've been taught. Curious. And the leather fetish...an interesting touch. I think you'll thrive in...SYLTHERIN!"
Everyone cheered. Della called, "I'll trade you, Bree!" but she didn't get what she wanted. Bree sauntered over and sat down at the table.
"LeBlanc, Glenda Alta!" Mcgonagall called out.
"Glen."
"Glen."
Glen waved her nails to dry and walked up to the sorting hat.
"Well, you're certainly not very ambitious...all you want to be when you're older is married...but to someone rich. Not much bravery, either, and no brains to speak of. Well, you seem to work hard...as long as the task is fashion-related. Well, I'm not just a hat, you know. I can see slightly into the future, and yours tells me that it'll be best fulfilled if you're in...HUFFLEPUFF!"
Everyone clapped. Glen blew air-kisses to them and walked over to Hufflepuff.
"Wynn, Amynta Hallie!" Mcgonagall said wearily. She was sick of yelling out names.
"Mynta, if you please."
"All right, Mynta."
"Thank you."
Mynta walked to the sorting hat.
"How interesting. You've got brains, and you've got loyalty, and you've got bravery, but you seem to be very ambitious. Will you ever stop working to make yourself perfect in every way? I think that your tragic past is fascinating, by the way. It might be dangerous for you, but it'll be best if you're in...SLYTHERIN!"
Mynta quietly said thank you and walked to Slytherin's table. Harry watched her and wished silently that maybe she would reconsider and come sit by him.
A/N: Hey! We're back with a third chapter already! Come on and review us!
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