WOOD'S STORY
DISCLAIMER: once again, I would like to say that I own none of the Harry Potter characters. The characters of Elenore, Jen, Ian, Magalin, and Oliver's parents are my own creation.
CHAPTER THREE
"There sure are a lot of steps in this place," thought Oliver as he climbed the long steps with Ian and the others. "I wonder when we'll get there." Finally, the group of first years reached their destination, the front door of Hogwarts. When they reached the door, an older witch with her hair in a tight bun and green robes said, "Hagrid, are these the first years?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall, these are the firs' years," replied Hagrid.
"Fine. Your job is done Hagrid, you may go to the Great Hall now."
"Thank yeh, Professor."
And with that Hagrid left. Then Professor McGonagall said "Children, wait here for a few minutes while I make sure everything is ready." The witch left the hallway, leaving the group alone. Oliver looked at the group that he and Ian were in. He saw a lot of kids. Percy Weasley was talking with a curly-haired girl, three girls in a small group appeared to be talking about Quidditch, and Ian seemed to be looking at a girl with brown hair and brown eyes talking to a blonde girl with blue eyes.
"Ian, go talk to that girl over there." he said.
"The blonde?"
"No, the one she's talking to, the brunette."
"OK, but you've got to come with me." So Oliver went over to the brunette and the blonde, taking Ian, who by now was pretty nervous, and said "Hello girls."
The brunette looked at Ian and said "Who's your friend?"
"I'm Ian, Ian Turner."
"I'm Jen Taylor."
"Jen's a nice name. Who's your friend?"
"This is Elenore Adams." The blonde lifted her head and looked at Oliver. He had never seen such a pretty girl in his life. She looked at him and said, "Hi, I'm Elenore. And you are?" "Oliver. Oliver Wood." "Oh, are you Scottish?" "Yes." Oliver said with a hint of suspicion. "Is that a problem for you?" "No," said Elenore with a grin. "Actually, my grandmother was Scottish. She died a few weeks ago, and I always loved hearing her talk. When I heard your accent, it reminded me of her." "I'm sorry about your grandmother, Elenore, but I'm glad that my accent is good for something!" Oliver said jokingly. He waited to see her reaction to the joke. Much to his surprise, she laughed! "What a laugh." Oliver thought to himself. "It's so musical." "So, what house do you want to be in?" Oliver asked Elenore. "Oh, I'm hoping for Gryffindor. My grandmother was in, and so was her friend Gwyndolyn Stewart." "Gwyndolyn Stewart?" Oliver repeated. "That was my grandmother's name before she was married. What was your grandmother's name?" "Elenore Murphy. Why?" asked Elenore, confused. "My grandmother used to talk about her all the time! She said that they were best friends in school!" "Oh my! So she's the one in the picture my grandmother kept on her dresser! Is she still living?" "No." said Oliver quietly. "She died about 2 years ago." "Oh, I'm so sorry," said Elenore, genuinely sorry for the boy.
But before she could say anything else, Professor McGonagall returned and said, "It is time for The Sorting ceremony. Please follow me."
DISCLAIMER: once again, I would like to say that I own none of the Harry Potter characters. The characters of Elenore, Jen, Ian, Magalin, and Oliver's parents are my own creation.
CHAPTER THREE
"There sure are a lot of steps in this place," thought Oliver as he climbed the long steps with Ian and the others. "I wonder when we'll get there." Finally, the group of first years reached their destination, the front door of Hogwarts. When they reached the door, an older witch with her hair in a tight bun and green robes said, "Hagrid, are these the first years?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall, these are the firs' years," replied Hagrid.
"Fine. Your job is done Hagrid, you may go to the Great Hall now."
"Thank yeh, Professor."
And with that Hagrid left. Then Professor McGonagall said "Children, wait here for a few minutes while I make sure everything is ready." The witch left the hallway, leaving the group alone. Oliver looked at the group that he and Ian were in. He saw a lot of kids. Percy Weasley was talking with a curly-haired girl, three girls in a small group appeared to be talking about Quidditch, and Ian seemed to be looking at a girl with brown hair and brown eyes talking to a blonde girl with blue eyes.
"Ian, go talk to that girl over there." he said.
"The blonde?"
"No, the one she's talking to, the brunette."
"OK, but you've got to come with me." So Oliver went over to the brunette and the blonde, taking Ian, who by now was pretty nervous, and said "Hello girls."
The brunette looked at Ian and said "Who's your friend?"
"I'm Ian, Ian Turner."
"I'm Jen Taylor."
"Jen's a nice name. Who's your friend?"
"This is Elenore Adams." The blonde lifted her head and looked at Oliver. He had never seen such a pretty girl in his life. She looked at him and said, "Hi, I'm Elenore. And you are?" "Oliver. Oliver Wood." "Oh, are you Scottish?" "Yes." Oliver said with a hint of suspicion. "Is that a problem for you?" "No," said Elenore with a grin. "Actually, my grandmother was Scottish. She died a few weeks ago, and I always loved hearing her talk. When I heard your accent, it reminded me of her." "I'm sorry about your grandmother, Elenore, but I'm glad that my accent is good for something!" Oliver said jokingly. He waited to see her reaction to the joke. Much to his surprise, she laughed! "What a laugh." Oliver thought to himself. "It's so musical." "So, what house do you want to be in?" Oliver asked Elenore. "Oh, I'm hoping for Gryffindor. My grandmother was in, and so was her friend Gwyndolyn Stewart." "Gwyndolyn Stewart?" Oliver repeated. "That was my grandmother's name before she was married. What was your grandmother's name?" "Elenore Murphy. Why?" asked Elenore, confused. "My grandmother used to talk about her all the time! She said that they were best friends in school!" "Oh my! So she's the one in the picture my grandmother kept on her dresser! Is she still living?" "No." said Oliver quietly. "She died about 2 years ago." "Oh, I'm so sorry," said Elenore, genuinely sorry for the boy.
But before she could say anything else, Professor McGonagall returned and said, "It is time for The Sorting ceremony. Please follow me."