Coming off the train Amie asked Rosie about her life, although Amie felt
she already knew everything about her. She knew that Rosie didn't really
want to talk to her and that Rosie was too busy thinking about Robert.
Amie sat on the stool with the sorting hat on her head. "You're good hearted. Pure and brave, but hmm. what's this evil seems to be lurking, along with immense power. You are destined for great things my dear. We'll put you in Slytherin, no. make that GRYFFINDOR!" Amie smiled, took a deep breath and made her way to the Gryffindor table. She watched as Rosie stepped up to the stool and had the hat placed on her. Amie smiled to herself. She didn't need to be told what house Rosie was going to be in. She already knew it.
The sorting house roared "GRYFFINDOR" after some time and Rosie came to sit next to Amie. She smiled at Rosie expecting a smile in return, but Rosie was too busy watching Robert Draconis being sorted to take any notice of her. Amie watched Rosie's face fall as Robert walked over to the Slytherin table.
"Poor Rosie, she seems to really like him," Amie thought to herself, "If only he liked her back."
To Amie's surprise Rosie yelled at her, "DON'T YOU DARE POOR ROSIE ME! I GOT HURT ENOUGH AT THE GRANGERS I DON'T WANT SYMPATHY; HE DOESN'T LIKE ME DOES HE? HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW I EXISIT!" Rosie swung her legs over the bench, stood up and walked out.
"ROSIE!" Amie yelled, but it was too late Rosie had gone.
Amie put her face in her hands and shook her head as every one turned to look at her, while Robert snuck out of the hall. "Typical" she thought to herself as she sat there trying to ignore every one.
Amie sat on the stool with the sorting hat on her head. "You're good hearted. Pure and brave, but hmm. what's this evil seems to be lurking, along with immense power. You are destined for great things my dear. We'll put you in Slytherin, no. make that GRYFFINDOR!" Amie smiled, took a deep breath and made her way to the Gryffindor table. She watched as Rosie stepped up to the stool and had the hat placed on her. Amie smiled to herself. She didn't need to be told what house Rosie was going to be in. She already knew it.
The sorting house roared "GRYFFINDOR" after some time and Rosie came to sit next to Amie. She smiled at Rosie expecting a smile in return, but Rosie was too busy watching Robert Draconis being sorted to take any notice of her. Amie watched Rosie's face fall as Robert walked over to the Slytherin table.
"Poor Rosie, she seems to really like him," Amie thought to herself, "If only he liked her back."
To Amie's surprise Rosie yelled at her, "DON'T YOU DARE POOR ROSIE ME! I GOT HURT ENOUGH AT THE GRANGERS I DON'T WANT SYMPATHY; HE DOESN'T LIKE ME DOES HE? HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW I EXISIT!" Rosie swung her legs over the bench, stood up and walked out.
"ROSIE!" Amie yelled, but it was too late Rosie had gone.
Amie put her face in her hands and shook her head as every one turned to look at her, while Robert snuck out of the hall. "Typical" she thought to herself as she sat there trying to ignore every one.