A/N: I'm not in that good of a mood at the minute- I just found out that my end of the argument was wrong and that you DON'T capitalise every word in a title, only the ones that are not words like 'and' or 'the'. I blame my English teachers. (Though at least I wasn't the only one who got it wrong, I had someone on my side of the argument.) Plus, I do not always correct people on their Grammar. Anyway, I think that I should be typing the story now, please review - two reviews needed to get to 110! Also, anyone remeber the compleatly messed-up Pettigrew chapter? It has it's on story but, this is spooky, whenever I post a chapter of it... The site goes down for repair or modifications which is getting me annoyed. Anyway, on with the story.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Fifteen: Weasley, Arthur
Despite all the varius types of sortings I had had to put up with in the most recent generation of Weasley children, none came close to the utter bizzareness of thier farther. Obssesed from an early age, there was nothing that I could do to save him.
"Weasley, Arthur."
Quite a tall boy came over and sat down on my stool, despite being tall he wasn't big or tough looking, he was more, like a skinny apple core which might sound mean to some people but thazt really wasd whatg he reminded me of.
Which house for you then?
Huh?
Which house?
Which house do youi think?
Dunno, not Slytherin, they don't let Muggle-lovers in...
Muggle-lover? I admit that I am vedry interested in Muggle technoligys and ways but I would hardly consider myself as a Muggle-lover.
Name some differences between Muggles and Wizards or Witches then.
Football, television, telepona...
Let me stop you there.
Why?
Most people would say... Quidditch, moving photos and magic. You just proved that you are a Muggle-lover y picking Muggle ones instead of wizard ones.
That doesn't prove anything.
Yes it does.
No it doesn't.
Name all the positions on a Football team.
Striker, defender, mid-field and Goal keeper.
Now name all the positions on a Quidditch team.
Urrm... Chaser, Keeper, seeker and... Urrm, and...
You don't know.
Yes I do... Just give me a minute...
It's beater.
I KNEW THAT!
No you didn't.
How wouold you know?
I am the Sorting Hat, I can read you mind idiot.
I am not an idiot.
Yes you are.
No I am not.
Yes you are.
No I am not.
Yes you are.
Not. Not. Not.
Am. Am. Am.
Not times ten.
Am times a hundred.
Not time a thousand.
Am times infinaty.
Not times infanaty plus one!
I win.
What?
Do you honestly think that most Wizardsa know that game?
You knew it.
I pulleed it out of your mind.
Yeah right. 'He said sarcastically'.
Yeah. I am right.
No you're not.
Okay then, lets play rock paper sizzors to find out.
Okay, after three... One, two, three...
Paper. Rock.
How did you win?
I pulled it out of your mind. Wizards don't know that game either you know.
I'm going to go now.
Without getting sorted?
Just sort me then will you?
Okay... GRYFFINDOR!
He had actually stormed off my stool and went over to the table and sulked after I dorted him. I don't think that it was because he had gone into Gryffindor. I think that it was because he knew that I was right.
After a small buit of comic relief for the hall I had already chose my next person... The Bloody Baron.
A/N: Anyone knows his name? Anyone at all?