[A/N. Sorry but this chapter has to be quite small. You'll see why though I
am sure!]
CHAPTER THREE: Fun and games with the sorting hat!
The headmistress stood watching us as we all filed into the great hall- with the exception of the first years of course, who had taken the traditional ride over the lake. The enchanted ceiling was bewitched to look like the clear night sky outside. When we were all finally seated at our tables with our houses she cleared her throat and spoke.
"Welcome back students. In a moment we will have the sorting of the new children, and then I shall make a few beginning of the year announcements before the feast begins." She said. "Herman- let the first years in please."
The huge gamekeeper, who was rumored to be part giant, opened the doors and the first years filed in looking nervous. Georgia spotted us and gave us a wave. They reached the top of the hall and stood in a bunch while the headmistress placed the battered, old sorting hat on the stool. It opened its mouth, but instead of singing it said in a weary voice "Let's get on with this then. I'm tired already."
"Right..Adams, Melinda." The headmistress called.
A small girl with dark blonde hair went up and sat on the stool. A moment later the hat roared "Ravenclaw!" And she jumped up and went to join her house. As the group were sorted Martin whispered to me telling me about the great girl he'd met. Our conversation was halted with the sorting of "Malfoy, Alison."
Alforth's sister- who I'd learnt on the train ride was actually his twin sister- went up and sat to be sorted. The hat was silent a long time and from the expression on Alison's face I could tell something was up!
We all waited impatiently. Even the headmistress shifted on her feet and finally she asked Alison "Is everything all right?"
Alison frowned and then said, "I think its gone to sleep!"
The hall burst into laughter, and the headmistress whipped the hat off and shook it angrily.
The hat spoke up "Well I am getting rather old you know. Its about time you thought about replacing me." It reprimanded the headmistress.
I thought the headmistress was going to whip out her wand and put a spell on it, instead she told it firmly to finish this sorting off before thinking of retirement. It was placed back on Alison's head, and sorted her into "Slytherin."
A few minutes later it was "Weasley, Georgia" and the headmistress added to the hat that this was the last one.
Georgia looked over at us, and Greg gave her the thumbs up before she sat on the stool and had the hat placed on her head. The hat didn't take long to decide that Georgia belonged in none other than "Wimplewole"
There was silence in the hall and the headmistress advanced threateningly on the hat.
"Okay, just kidding. She's a Gryffindoor through and through." The hat said. "Just having a little fun with you. I'll miss this great job you know- "
But it was yanked off Georgia's head and thrown on the floor by the headmistress who then pulled out her wand. "Junkish remosh." She cried and the hat disappeared into thin air. "Right, junk goes where junk belongs." She said to us all, and then went back to her spot behind the table.
"Okay students, I know you're dying to tuck into that nice feast, but there are a few announcements I need to make first." She said. "Firstly let me introduce you to your new charms teacher. Due to other uh..commitments Professor Horring couldn't be staying with us this year, so let me introduce you to Professor Mitchell."
A fairly young man stood up and bowed to us briefly before quickly sitting down his face beet red.
"Looks pretty shy." I whispered to Martin.
"Yeah, but then if Snape was looking at me like that I'd be feeling rather shy myself." Martin replied, and I glanced up at the table. Sure enough Snape was glaring at the young professor. Snape, the DADA teacher and head of Slytherin house, was no fan of me. It turned out that he had hated both my father, and his father before him, and he simply had something against the Potter family.
"I didn't notice. I wonder why?" I whispered back, but there was no time to ponder Snape's obvious animosity towards the new teacher as the headmistress continued with her announcements.
"I would also like to make welcome our new caretaker- Mr. Oreous Filch. Mr. Filch's father served us a few years back and we welcome another Filch into our fold." The headmistress said. I could tell however that she didn't exactly mean this completely. "And lastly- this year I hope everyone studies as hard as ever and gets the best marks they can. And the reason for this is that we are having something of a competition with two other wizarding schools- Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. At the end of the year we will tally up the marks of all students and for each year we will award one student in every year the Trischools Cup. The school with the most winners will also receive a larger copy of the cup."
We all began to talk about it, and Martin nudged Jenny. "You've got it all sewn up you know. No need to even open a book."
"I'm sure I've got some sort of competition." Jenny replied, but she was grinning widely.
"And now-" The headmistress shouted over the commotion. "Let the feast begin."
The tables were immediately filled with food, and my second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had officially began. I only hoped it would be half as interesting as the year before!
CHAPTER THREE: Fun and games with the sorting hat!
The headmistress stood watching us as we all filed into the great hall- with the exception of the first years of course, who had taken the traditional ride over the lake. The enchanted ceiling was bewitched to look like the clear night sky outside. When we were all finally seated at our tables with our houses she cleared her throat and spoke.
"Welcome back students. In a moment we will have the sorting of the new children, and then I shall make a few beginning of the year announcements before the feast begins." She said. "Herman- let the first years in please."
The huge gamekeeper, who was rumored to be part giant, opened the doors and the first years filed in looking nervous. Georgia spotted us and gave us a wave. They reached the top of the hall and stood in a bunch while the headmistress placed the battered, old sorting hat on the stool. It opened its mouth, but instead of singing it said in a weary voice "Let's get on with this then. I'm tired already."
"Right..Adams, Melinda." The headmistress called.
A small girl with dark blonde hair went up and sat on the stool. A moment later the hat roared "Ravenclaw!" And she jumped up and went to join her house. As the group were sorted Martin whispered to me telling me about the great girl he'd met. Our conversation was halted with the sorting of "Malfoy, Alison."
Alforth's sister- who I'd learnt on the train ride was actually his twin sister- went up and sat to be sorted. The hat was silent a long time and from the expression on Alison's face I could tell something was up!
We all waited impatiently. Even the headmistress shifted on her feet and finally she asked Alison "Is everything all right?"
Alison frowned and then said, "I think its gone to sleep!"
The hall burst into laughter, and the headmistress whipped the hat off and shook it angrily.
The hat spoke up "Well I am getting rather old you know. Its about time you thought about replacing me." It reprimanded the headmistress.
I thought the headmistress was going to whip out her wand and put a spell on it, instead she told it firmly to finish this sorting off before thinking of retirement. It was placed back on Alison's head, and sorted her into "Slytherin."
A few minutes later it was "Weasley, Georgia" and the headmistress added to the hat that this was the last one.
Georgia looked over at us, and Greg gave her the thumbs up before she sat on the stool and had the hat placed on her head. The hat didn't take long to decide that Georgia belonged in none other than "Wimplewole"
There was silence in the hall and the headmistress advanced threateningly on the hat.
"Okay, just kidding. She's a Gryffindoor through and through." The hat said. "Just having a little fun with you. I'll miss this great job you know- "
But it was yanked off Georgia's head and thrown on the floor by the headmistress who then pulled out her wand. "Junkish remosh." She cried and the hat disappeared into thin air. "Right, junk goes where junk belongs." She said to us all, and then went back to her spot behind the table.
"Okay students, I know you're dying to tuck into that nice feast, but there are a few announcements I need to make first." She said. "Firstly let me introduce you to your new charms teacher. Due to other uh..commitments Professor Horring couldn't be staying with us this year, so let me introduce you to Professor Mitchell."
A fairly young man stood up and bowed to us briefly before quickly sitting down his face beet red.
"Looks pretty shy." I whispered to Martin.
"Yeah, but then if Snape was looking at me like that I'd be feeling rather shy myself." Martin replied, and I glanced up at the table. Sure enough Snape was glaring at the young professor. Snape, the DADA teacher and head of Slytherin house, was no fan of me. It turned out that he had hated both my father, and his father before him, and he simply had something against the Potter family.
"I didn't notice. I wonder why?" I whispered back, but there was no time to ponder Snape's obvious animosity towards the new teacher as the headmistress continued with her announcements.
"I would also like to make welcome our new caretaker- Mr. Oreous Filch. Mr. Filch's father served us a few years back and we welcome another Filch into our fold." The headmistress said. I could tell however that she didn't exactly mean this completely. "And lastly- this year I hope everyone studies as hard as ever and gets the best marks they can. And the reason for this is that we are having something of a competition with two other wizarding schools- Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. At the end of the year we will tally up the marks of all students and for each year we will award one student in every year the Trischools Cup. The school with the most winners will also receive a larger copy of the cup."
We all began to talk about it, and Martin nudged Jenny. "You've got it all sewn up you know. No need to even open a book."
"I'm sure I've got some sort of competition." Jenny replied, but she was grinning widely.
"And now-" The headmistress shouted over the commotion. "Let the feast begin."
The tables were immediately filled with food, and my second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had officially began. I only hoped it would be half as interesting as the year before!
