"Please, Professor McGonagall, let me go first," a tall fifth year girl pleaded.

"Ms. Amavia, it will go in alphabetical order as it always has." Professor McGonagall replied with a stern face.

"But, I'm in my fifth year!" exclaimed the girl.

"Honestly, Estella, your last name begins with an 'a', you'll be second," Professor McGonagall said as she shot a warning glance at a group of rowdy first-years.

"We already know I'll be put in Gryffindor, I mean, you are the Head of House," Estella said slyly.

"Your lineage has nothing to do with what house you'll be put in, now if you will please stop begging we can enter the Great Hall and proceed with the ceremonies."

Professor McGonagall opened the large doors and the first years were immediately silent as they absorbed their surroundings. Between the nervous and excited energy all the first years could do was gape. Professor McGonagall took out a three-legged stool and placed upon it and ancient hat. As soon as the hat was on the stool it began to sing a song. At the end of it's song the hall burst into applause and the first years were once again left speechless. Also at the end of its song Professor McGonagall took a roll of parchment and began to read from it the names of the first years.

"Agley, Sean...." Professor McGonagall read.

"Hmm. Interesting.... very interesting...I know...SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

"Amavia, Estella..." Professor McGonagall read as she shot her a quick glance.

"Hmmm. Very many mixed emotions, very many. This could be rather difficult- " the Sorting Hat said as it pondered

"Well, could you hurry up, please," Estella pleaded.

"Well, temper like a Slytherin, but I must say you also possess many Gryffindor qualities. Hmm...very challenging...oh well, GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat shouted after much deliberation. There were wild cheers from the Gryffindor team as Estella took a seat next to a red-haired boy.

"Hey," the boy said.

"Hi," replied Estella, placing a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear.

"Let me introduce myself and some other important people," the boy said, gesturing around the table, "I'm Fred Weasley, this guy next to me is George Weasley, the brown haired guy over there is Oliver Wood, the red haired guy next to him is-"

"Let me guess, another Weasley?" replied Estella with a small smile.

"Well you catch on quick. Yeah, that's my brother Ron, next to him is Harry Potter-"

"Are you really?" Estella asked as she stared at him.

"Yes, I am," replied Harry.

"Wow, my father said the exact same thing," Fred said trying to regain Estella's attention. "And next to him is Hermione Granger and on the other side of George is Lee Jordan. Now, who are you?"

"Well, that was quite an introduction," Estella replied looking around the table, "Let's see, I'm Estella Amavia. I recently transferred here from Beauxbatons-"

"Why?" chimed in George.

"Well, let's just say, my behavior was less then - erm - respectful?" Estella replied finding a sudden interest with her empty plate.

"Yes, another one to join our clan!" Fred exclaimed. Fred had never met a girl who was as large of a troublemaker, or larger, than he and George were, "So, what'd you do to get kicked out?"

"I'd rather not say," Estella replied suddenly tense.

"That bad, eh?" Fred asked with more enthusiasm.

"Yeah, that bad," Estella said with a small hint of sadness.

"So. What else did you do at Beaux - erm - yeah?" George asked.

"Beauxbatons? Let's see, I was well on my way to be - um - head girl and I was the captain and seeker for my house's Quidditch team," Estella said. At the sound of the word Quidditch, Wood, who had been silent, perked up, "Did someone say Quidditch?" he asked.

"Oh no, you started him off," Fred said groaning.

"Yeah. I did," Estella said looking straight at Oliver. She had just suddenly noticed how cute he actually was.

"Really, what about Quidditch?" Wood asked eagerly.

"She was saying how she was seeker and captain of Quidditch team and -" Fred began.

"Really? How was your house's record?" Wood asked as if he had discovered the most interesting thing ever.

"Well, we never lost a game," she said.

"Never?" he asked.

"Not one, ever," she replied.

"I have a question," Fred said, "If you went to school in France, how come you have a British accent?"

"Huh?" Estella replied, startled as she broke her gaze with Oliver.

"Why don't you have a French accent?" Fred asked again.

"Oh, because I'm British," replied Estella.

"Then why weren't you at Hogwarts from the beginning?" asked George, seeming to read Fred's mind.

"My father didn't want me to come here. Why? I have not the slightest idea." Estella replied before they could ask any more questions.

"Oh, well-" Fred was about to ask if her father was French when Wood interrupted him.

"Can you play chaser?" Wood asked eagerly.

"Well, I'm sure I could, I mean if I tried," Estella said meeting his eyes again.

"You won every game!" Wood exclaimed almost jumping out of his seat.

"Yeah, but I was the seeker, the game depended on me," Estella replied.

"That should make you all the better. You have good hand eye coordination, you must be fast...how's your aim?"

"Pretty good, I guess."

"Well, I'll talk to McGonagall. First practice is next week but maybe for you earlier, so I can see you play," Wood replied as if he had a newfound reason to live.

"Okay, right then," Estella said as the food appeared on the table, "Thank God, I'm starving."