Vanessa strode down the isle and heard the whispers, but willed herself to
ignore them. She approached the stool, took a seat and the placed the hat
on her head.
All of a sudden she heard muttering in her ear, she knew it was the hat, because the voice was trying to decide whether or not she was brave enough for Gyriffindor. 'Hmm, you've got heart , and a will to fight, but you also are timid and recoiling. .oh yes, and a clever brain as well, Hmm. I think,' "HUFFLEPUFF!"
She breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to sit next to the boy she had been talking to earlier. She couldn't help but look over at the Slytherin table. Draco was looking right back at her, but, wait, was she imagining it? He looked different.like he cared about something. Then she brushed the thought away as she received congratulations and inquires to her previous school.
She followed the prefect (she had forgotten his name already) into the common room. She was told the password, flobberworm. She smiled as she remembered the boring creatures from her old school. Then she went up to her dormitory and was pleasantly surprised. All her items had been unpacked, and her bed was turned down. She could get used to this luxurious life. She laughed as she slipped under the covers.
Vanessa awoke the next morning to a bright sliver of sunlight in the room. She groaned and muttered as she always did, but got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. A few minutes later she heard a deafening noise, well, it seemed like it. She looked toward the din, and saw a mass of owls coming towards her and the table. Everyone got something, it seemed, except for her. She had finally returned to eating as a lone owl landed on her shoulder, nipping at her ear. She took its letter and sent it off.
The letter was written on fine parchment and the second she opened it, she glanced down to the bottom, where the signature was. She gasped, wondering what could possibly make THIS person write to her. She scanned the first paragraph, her eyes lingering on the name "Clarissa." She vaguely remember the vain, popular girl, but was bewildered as to why she was in this letter. She decided to read the whole thing through, and at the end of the first sentence she read the words that made her gasp and run out of the Dining Hall.
All of a sudden she heard muttering in her ear, she knew it was the hat, because the voice was trying to decide whether or not she was brave enough for Gyriffindor. 'Hmm, you've got heart , and a will to fight, but you also are timid and recoiling. .oh yes, and a clever brain as well, Hmm. I think,' "HUFFLEPUFF!"
She breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to sit next to the boy she had been talking to earlier. She couldn't help but look over at the Slytherin table. Draco was looking right back at her, but, wait, was she imagining it? He looked different.like he cared about something. Then she brushed the thought away as she received congratulations and inquires to her previous school.
She followed the prefect (she had forgotten his name already) into the common room. She was told the password, flobberworm. She smiled as she remembered the boring creatures from her old school. Then she went up to her dormitory and was pleasantly surprised. All her items had been unpacked, and her bed was turned down. She could get used to this luxurious life. She laughed as she slipped under the covers.
Vanessa awoke the next morning to a bright sliver of sunlight in the room. She groaned and muttered as she always did, but got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. A few minutes later she heard a deafening noise, well, it seemed like it. She looked toward the din, and saw a mass of owls coming towards her and the table. Everyone got something, it seemed, except for her. She had finally returned to eating as a lone owl landed on her shoulder, nipping at her ear. She took its letter and sent it off.
The letter was written on fine parchment and the second she opened it, she glanced down to the bottom, where the signature was. She gasped, wondering what could possibly make THIS person write to her. She scanned the first paragraph, her eyes lingering on the name "Clarissa." She vaguely remember the vain, popular girl, but was bewildered as to why she was in this letter. She decided to read the whole thing through, and at the end of the first sentence she read the words that made her gasp and run out of the Dining Hall.