Vanessa was spinning. Not literally of course, but mentally. She was lost
in the emotions that surrounded her. She finally got herself together and
joined the swarm of bodies trying to get to the same place. She took a deep
breath and tried to smile as people whispered and pointed. She blushed and
ran forward, to join her fellow "first years."
She was awestruck by the ride across the lake, and the man who had greeted them. She got plenty of stares and whispers, but instead of facing the people, she timidly got out of the boat and stood out-of-the-way, so she wouldn't bother anybody.
They were led into a hallway that looked as big as her old school. Suddenly a boy came up to her and asked her, in a tone fifty times worse than Draco's, "Who are you?" Then he looked at her steadily and progressed from her feet to her head. Then he again said, "Who are you!" but this time had a totally different tone of voice.
She stood up taller and said, "That's for me to know and you to find out." Then she turned and walked to the side of the hall, and attempted to lean against the wall with the same cool expression as Draco.
But unknown to her, the walls had a mind of themselves. She leaned against it and felt it move away, puzzled she tried it again, to no prevail. Then just as McGonagall entered the room, she tried for the last time, and fell flat on her back. She groaned in pain, and tried to laugh at herself as she brushed herself off, but the others were helping her out in that department. Then she was forever in McGonagall's debt, because the kind older woman declared that anyone who thought that they could laugh at somebody else, should try it. She went on to say, "And anyone who continues this nonsense will have 10 points taken away from their house once they get sorted." After that she rattled on directions for the sorting, but her audience was hardly listening.
They entered the Great Hall, as McGonagall had called it, and stared in awe. All the other students were seated at tables large enough for all the muggles in the country to sit at. Soon McGonagall started to rattle off names and as she said each one a terrified first year would approach an old tattered witches hat and wear it until the head-piece shouted a house name.
"Sharon Fettlebush" "Jack Janyck"
Later, "Emily McBerr"
Vanessa straightened up, took a deep breath and in seconds the hat shouted, "Gyriffindor!" for Emily, and then her name was called.
She was awestruck by the ride across the lake, and the man who had greeted them. She got plenty of stares and whispers, but instead of facing the people, she timidly got out of the boat and stood out-of-the-way, so she wouldn't bother anybody.
They were led into a hallway that looked as big as her old school. Suddenly a boy came up to her and asked her, in a tone fifty times worse than Draco's, "Who are you?" Then he looked at her steadily and progressed from her feet to her head. Then he again said, "Who are you!" but this time had a totally different tone of voice.
She stood up taller and said, "That's for me to know and you to find out." Then she turned and walked to the side of the hall, and attempted to lean against the wall with the same cool expression as Draco.
But unknown to her, the walls had a mind of themselves. She leaned against it and felt it move away, puzzled she tried it again, to no prevail. Then just as McGonagall entered the room, she tried for the last time, and fell flat on her back. She groaned in pain, and tried to laugh at herself as she brushed herself off, but the others were helping her out in that department. Then she was forever in McGonagall's debt, because the kind older woman declared that anyone who thought that they could laugh at somebody else, should try it. She went on to say, "And anyone who continues this nonsense will have 10 points taken away from their house once they get sorted." After that she rattled on directions for the sorting, but her audience was hardly listening.
They entered the Great Hall, as McGonagall had called it, and stared in awe. All the other students were seated at tables large enough for all the muggles in the country to sit at. Soon McGonagall started to rattle off names and as she said each one a terrified first year would approach an old tattered witches hat and wear it until the head-piece shouted a house name.
"Sharon Fettlebush" "Jack Janyck"
Later, "Emily McBerr"
Vanessa straightened up, took a deep breath and in seconds the hat shouted, "Gyriffindor!" for Emily, and then her name was called.