Disclaimer: Yet, again, I don't own any Harry Potter characters or references. All I own is Geneviéve Cinders and Moll.
{A/N: Hey, well, I was sick today from school, so I've been writing up a storm.}
Chapter 4
The Sorting
As Geneviéve Cinders walked up the front steps to Hogwarts castle, she was awe-struck at the simplicity of it all and at the same time, the beauty of it. This being her first school since her mom kicked her out of the house; she had no idea where to go and what to do. But, as soon as she stepped into the castle, an elderly looking man who seemed to have much bounce in his steps came towards her. With every step closer to her, she felt aggravated. She feared he was going to say that there was a mistake and that she was too old and not enough magical to come to Hogwarts.
"Hello. You must be Geneviéve Cinders. You may call me Professor Dumbledore. Please follow me." He serenely said. With these words she felt almost at ease and followed him up a spiral staircase. She was led into a circular room with many tapestries of ancient wizards and witches, so she guessed. She sat down in front of a big oak desk and quietly waited till this Professor addressed her.
"Now, I understand how you were, um.... living before you arrived here. Your mother informed." He said at her quick surprise in hearing that he had talked to her mother and knew about her past. "Well, as you probably saw on the train, you're rather too old to be here –"
"Professor, I know I'm older than some of these students. But, I promise I'll work hard on catching up with them and...please don't send me back. I have no where to go. I –"
"Calm down, Ms. Cinders. I have no intention of sending you back. I was just going to say that since you will be starting your 6th year here, that I'll teach you the history, potions, and so on till your caught up to the rest of the sixth years." He calmly stated.
"Oh, thank you, sir. That would be very nice of you to do that. You must be very busy, and to help me out like that, well...that's very sweet of you."
"Your welcome, Geneviéve. Now I expect –" But whatever he was going to say, was cut short with a knock at the door. "Ah, Professor McGonagall. This is our "new" student Ms. Cinders. Ms. Cinders may I present to you the Transfiguration's teacher, Professor McGonagall."
"Hello, Ms. Cinders. It's so good to have you here. Here, Professor." She handed him a strange looking hat. "I suspect you need this for her Sorting."
"Yes, thank you." McGonagall left the office and Dumbledore stood up and walked around the desk to face Geneviéve better. "Please, place this on your head so that you can be sorted into a house. There are four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Yes, there you go, on your head."
As she tremblingly put the Sorting Hat on her head, she immediately heard a voice talking to her. "Hmmm...where should you go? Tough, very tough." After a few minutes it shouted....
