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Now a little bit about the past
CHAPTER TWO - SORTING
Julia opened her eyes. She didn't cry anymore, she was still angry though. She was now alone in a small chamber next to the Great Hall. Inside that wonderful Hall people clapped their hands, laughed and shouted, both with enthusiasm and disapproval. Young students were being sorted. She was getting more and more bored.
'Metody, Alicia', she heard McGonagall, her dearest auntie, and yawned. How long does she have to wait?
She had already waited two years. Julia always wanted to go to Hogwarts, but her parents refused: they wanted her to be under somebody's control. That's why they had chosen for her prestigious school in Vix, France, where her grandmother worked.
She cried, shouted, tried to hex them, screamed, didn't talk, but it didn't convince them. She went to Vix.
Julia wasn't a sociable and outgoing type of person, but after two years she had already found some kind souls there. And she could use library and do magic as long as she wanted. Go, wherever she wanted. Gain skills. Learn charms. Live.
Unfortunately, the incidents that had happened during the summer ended her happiness. She couldn't stay there any more.
A couple of Death Eaters attacked the school and wanted to frighten pupils and teachers. Few professors fought against them, but only Julia's grandmother, a specialist in Muggle studies, was killed.
There were so many of them, that even a powerful witch couldn't stop them. She managed to protect others, but was helpless with the hexes that attacked her. Julia was shocked, rather than frightened, but she couldn't have done anything. She stood there and heard the Voldemort's dogs laughed and laughed. She promised herself never to allow them to hurt others, to make others die and cry. These events ensured her (very young!) that she should spend her life fighting against Dark Lord.
She wanted to continue her education there. But although some of her cousins were still in France, her parents wanted to take her back to England.
She cried, shouted, tried to hex them, screamed, didn't talk, but it didn't convince them. She had to go to Hogwarts.
She knew her parents would finish granny's work, fight. She knew, they wanted the best for her. They sent her (at last) to Hogwarts. She could there learn from the best teachers. She was on her own more than she would be with them, in snobbish School for Wizards and Witches in Demonery, Massachusetts. They promised that mother's sister, Minerva McGonagall would not be so strict and stern as them (dream on) and helpful with Julia's educational aspirations.
'Zoll, Mathew', the last name was read by Minerva (Hufflepuff), and Julia knew that she was to be called next. She heard that students wanted to eat at last and she was the one who made them wait few minutes more.
The audience went silent, as the headmaster spoke:
'We are extremely happy to have all of you, the new ones and the old ones, gathered here. But I have a surprise for you', he smiled, because now everyone were listening.
'No, not another new teacher', pupils laughed. 'Another new student. She had to come here from a similar school from France. She's had a terrible summer, so please, welcome her as kindly, as we can at Hogwarts. Minerva.'
McGonagall said crisply: 'Julia Laureen Sting. Prepare to get sorted!'
When she said that the great door leading to the Great Hall opened and Julia saw her aunt standing in the middle, with a Sorting Hat in her hands.
Julia saw the crowd, the stuff, and the inside of the hall. Suddenly, she felt so lonely in the world, so deserted and solitary. She wanted to run away and cry.
McGonagall looked impatient. 'oh, they all will wait' Julia thought.
***
At the Gryffindor's table students were talking and waiting. All wanted the feast, not another sorting. Right in the middle of the table sat four guys looking amused about something. A girl with dark red hair watched them with disapproval and distaste.
'You owe me twenty chocolate frogs and a magical quill, Black.', laughed boy with untidy black hair. 'I am going to be rich this year, at last. Great Black's theory about sorting turned out to be a piece of shit!'
'Shut up. I am definitely disappointed. So many missortings one night. Gosh, I'm so bored.', answered another guy, dark-haired, dark-eyed, good- looking.
'What about this one?', asked third boy, with a little more serious outlook.
James, that pupil, who won, laughed: 'This is my day, look, she's so evil, definitely Slytherin!'.
'No, James,', cried a small, fat boy. 'She has glasses, Ravenclaw'.
'I wear glasses Peter.', said Remus, looking decisively at his friend. 'I would say, small and shy girl, Hufflepuff.'
Sirius took a glance at Julia, who was approaching the Sorting Hat. Right, she was small, looked shy, but he saw something thoughtful and funny in her eyes, something grinning. She was ironical, sceptical and very bored. He smiled to himself and talked to his friends:
'A Sting, bored, intelligent, sceptical. Gryffindor, or the world is going to collapse.'
'Prepare for hell, dear', laughed James. And than the hat shouted.
***
Julia put the Hat on her head. She was livid, and very, very sceptical about all what was happening. The textile covered her eyes and she heard the Hat spoke straight into her head.
'We do not seem to be extremely happy.'
'We are not happy at all!', Julia shouted back.
'Don't we wanna be at Hogwarts?'
'Hey, I guess you're very clever, and you read my mind. So, you know I have always wanted to come here.', this all was irritating and embarrassing!
'Well, where should I sort you, Miss Sting?'
'You already know the answer. This can't be changed.'
'Well, we're clever, aren't we. But we should know that there is nothing that can't be changed. You must only believe', Julia didn't answer so the Hat spoke on.
'Slytherin would be a great joke, I agree, but it's useless, nobody would believe and I don't want Dumbledore shout at me!'
Julia laughed a little and continued: 'So maybe Hufflepuff. It's not that bad, though.'
Hat played: 'No, you would get bored the first day. Let's try Ravenclaw: you're smart, nobody will notice. No, wait, we don't want to obey the rules, that's no good.'
'So we have no real choice', sighed Julia rounding on the chair.
'Even if you weren't a Sting, a daughter of your parents I wouldn't hesitate. Smart, brave, and know what she wants. Can I shout now?'
Julia sighed silently 'Yes' and the Sorting Hat yelled: 'GRYFFINDOR!!!!!'
The joyful applause in the Great Hall was broken by a shout of boy called 'Black' by his friends.
'Yes!!', he stood up looking at his friend James, totally ignoring the rest of the crowd.
'And who is the winner now?? Well, moron, luckily the world will not end!'
James laughed, but stopped when the headmaster called them.
'Mr. Black, I guess nobody's interested in your stupid bets', he said smiling widely.
'I am so sorry, Professor', said Sirius looking as innocent as he could. 'This will never happen again.'
'How many more times do I have to listen to your cheap promises?'
Except Julia, everybody laughed. She was still standing near McGonagall, waiting for a sign to dismiss. Instead of that she, and all the people, heard the Hat said:
'Fourth year, of course!!', and it laughed louder and louder.
The Hall went silent, when Julia turned her head to Dumbledore and yelled: 'What??'
'You've heard', headmaster said gently. 'Now, you may sit.'
But Julia didn't want to. She cried quietly: 'I came here later, I felt so embarrassed putting the Hat on. I am going to be here so shorter and now I have to be younger than my classmates. This is so unfair!'
'The world is so unfair', smiled with sympathy old Albus. 'This is the best I can do for you, believe me, dear. Now, have a sit. Let the feast begin at last!', the last sentence he shouted and the tables were filled with tasty and miraculous food.
Julia slowly left the teachers table and went to Gryffindor's. She sat between her new mates, who were all talking and talking. She felt very solitary again.
CHAPTER TWO - SORTING
Julia opened her eyes. She didn't cry anymore, she was still angry though. She was now alone in a small chamber next to the Great Hall. Inside that wonderful Hall people clapped their hands, laughed and shouted, both with enthusiasm and disapproval. Young students were being sorted. She was getting more and more bored.
'Metody, Alicia', she heard McGonagall, her dearest auntie, and yawned. How long does she have to wait?
She had already waited two years. Julia always wanted to go to Hogwarts, but her parents refused: they wanted her to be under somebody's control. That's why they had chosen for her prestigious school in Vix, France, where her grandmother worked.
She cried, shouted, tried to hex them, screamed, didn't talk, but it didn't convince them. She went to Vix.
Julia wasn't a sociable and outgoing type of person, but after two years she had already found some kind souls there. And she could use library and do magic as long as she wanted. Go, wherever she wanted. Gain skills. Learn charms. Live.
Unfortunately, the incidents that had happened during the summer ended her happiness. She couldn't stay there any more.
A couple of Death Eaters attacked the school and wanted to frighten pupils and teachers. Few professors fought against them, but only Julia's grandmother, a specialist in Muggle studies, was killed.
There were so many of them, that even a powerful witch couldn't stop them. She managed to protect others, but was helpless with the hexes that attacked her. Julia was shocked, rather than frightened, but she couldn't have done anything. She stood there and heard the Voldemort's dogs laughed and laughed. She promised herself never to allow them to hurt others, to make others die and cry. These events ensured her (very young!) that she should spend her life fighting against Dark Lord.
She wanted to continue her education there. But although some of her cousins were still in France, her parents wanted to take her back to England.
She cried, shouted, tried to hex them, screamed, didn't talk, but it didn't convince them. She had to go to Hogwarts.
She knew her parents would finish granny's work, fight. She knew, they wanted the best for her. They sent her (at last) to Hogwarts. She could there learn from the best teachers. She was on her own more than she would be with them, in snobbish School for Wizards and Witches in Demonery, Massachusetts. They promised that mother's sister, Minerva McGonagall would not be so strict and stern as them (dream on) and helpful with Julia's educational aspirations.
'Zoll, Mathew', the last name was read by Minerva (Hufflepuff), and Julia knew that she was to be called next. She heard that students wanted to eat at last and she was the one who made them wait few minutes more.
The audience went silent, as the headmaster spoke:
'We are extremely happy to have all of you, the new ones and the old ones, gathered here. But I have a surprise for you', he smiled, because now everyone were listening.
'No, not another new teacher', pupils laughed. 'Another new student. She had to come here from a similar school from France. She's had a terrible summer, so please, welcome her as kindly, as we can at Hogwarts. Minerva.'
McGonagall said crisply: 'Julia Laureen Sting. Prepare to get sorted!'
When she said that the great door leading to the Great Hall opened and Julia saw her aunt standing in the middle, with a Sorting Hat in her hands.
Julia saw the crowd, the stuff, and the inside of the hall. Suddenly, she felt so lonely in the world, so deserted and solitary. She wanted to run away and cry.
McGonagall looked impatient. 'oh, they all will wait' Julia thought.
***
At the Gryffindor's table students were talking and waiting. All wanted the feast, not another sorting. Right in the middle of the table sat four guys looking amused about something. A girl with dark red hair watched them with disapproval and distaste.
'You owe me twenty chocolate frogs and a magical quill, Black.', laughed boy with untidy black hair. 'I am going to be rich this year, at last. Great Black's theory about sorting turned out to be a piece of shit!'
'Shut up. I am definitely disappointed. So many missortings one night. Gosh, I'm so bored.', answered another guy, dark-haired, dark-eyed, good- looking.
'What about this one?', asked third boy, with a little more serious outlook.
James, that pupil, who won, laughed: 'This is my day, look, she's so evil, definitely Slytherin!'.
'No, James,', cried a small, fat boy. 'She has glasses, Ravenclaw'.
'I wear glasses Peter.', said Remus, looking decisively at his friend. 'I would say, small and shy girl, Hufflepuff.'
Sirius took a glance at Julia, who was approaching the Sorting Hat. Right, she was small, looked shy, but he saw something thoughtful and funny in her eyes, something grinning. She was ironical, sceptical and very bored. He smiled to himself and talked to his friends:
'A Sting, bored, intelligent, sceptical. Gryffindor, or the world is going to collapse.'
'Prepare for hell, dear', laughed James. And than the hat shouted.
***
Julia put the Hat on her head. She was livid, and very, very sceptical about all what was happening. The textile covered her eyes and she heard the Hat spoke straight into her head.
'We do not seem to be extremely happy.'
'We are not happy at all!', Julia shouted back.
'Don't we wanna be at Hogwarts?'
'Hey, I guess you're very clever, and you read my mind. So, you know I have always wanted to come here.', this all was irritating and embarrassing!
'Well, where should I sort you, Miss Sting?'
'You already know the answer. This can't be changed.'
'Well, we're clever, aren't we. But we should know that there is nothing that can't be changed. You must only believe', Julia didn't answer so the Hat spoke on.
'Slytherin would be a great joke, I agree, but it's useless, nobody would believe and I don't want Dumbledore shout at me!'
Julia laughed a little and continued: 'So maybe Hufflepuff. It's not that bad, though.'
Hat played: 'No, you would get bored the first day. Let's try Ravenclaw: you're smart, nobody will notice. No, wait, we don't want to obey the rules, that's no good.'
'So we have no real choice', sighed Julia rounding on the chair.
'Even if you weren't a Sting, a daughter of your parents I wouldn't hesitate. Smart, brave, and know what she wants. Can I shout now?'
Julia sighed silently 'Yes' and the Sorting Hat yelled: 'GRYFFINDOR!!!!!'
The joyful applause in the Great Hall was broken by a shout of boy called 'Black' by his friends.
'Yes!!', he stood up looking at his friend James, totally ignoring the rest of the crowd.
'And who is the winner now?? Well, moron, luckily the world will not end!'
James laughed, but stopped when the headmaster called them.
'Mr. Black, I guess nobody's interested in your stupid bets', he said smiling widely.
'I am so sorry, Professor', said Sirius looking as innocent as he could. 'This will never happen again.'
'How many more times do I have to listen to your cheap promises?'
Except Julia, everybody laughed. She was still standing near McGonagall, waiting for a sign to dismiss. Instead of that she, and all the people, heard the Hat said:
'Fourth year, of course!!', and it laughed louder and louder.
The Hall went silent, when Julia turned her head to Dumbledore and yelled: 'What??'
'You've heard', headmaster said gently. 'Now, you may sit.'
But Julia didn't want to. She cried quietly: 'I came here later, I felt so embarrassed putting the Hat on. I am going to be here so shorter and now I have to be younger than my classmates. This is so unfair!'
'The world is so unfair', smiled with sympathy old Albus. 'This is the best I can do for you, believe me, dear. Now, have a sit. Let the feast begin at last!', the last sentence he shouted and the tables were filled with tasty and miraculous food.
Julia slowly left the teachers table and went to Gryffindor's. She sat between her new mates, who were all talking and talking. She felt very solitary again.