5.
Crystal-Rose gasped when she looked up to the ceiling of the great hall. She had seen it twice before, however it never failed to amaze her.
She sat down at her place on the Gryfindor table next to Brianna. Seated around her were Sam Wood, Ellen Longbottom, Connor Finnagin, Shelley Thomas and the Weasley triplets (Megan, Abigail and Shannon).
'There's Liam there!' Brianna shouted, 'phwoar, he's fit!'
'Dream on!' Crystal yelled back, 'he's already got a girlfriend!'
'Bugger!'
~
Dumbledore spoke:
'Welcome back to Hogwart's. As you'll all know by now, we'll sort the first years into the houses.' McGonagall got up from the table and placed the Sorting hat on the stool. After its song, she got up again and read out the list of first years alphabetically, starting with "Caitlin Branchley."
'Not Gryfindor, please not Gryfindor.' Crystal heard Brianna mumble.
'GRYFINDOR!' the hat yelled.
'Damn that stupid hat!' she hissed. She groaned while the rest of Gryfindor cheered loudly as her sister sat at the table. The list continued with James Crabbe (Slytherin), Ethan Creevey (another Gryfindor) and so on until Ellie and Holly Young (Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff).
'Now, let the feast begin!' Dumbledore commanded. The plates instantly filled with delicious food warmly greeted by everyone, especially Megan, Abigail and Shannon Weasley. Abigail had just stuffed a huge potato in her mouth and mashed it with her teeth when there was a loud crash. Everyone looked up from his or her plates.
****
'Where the shit am I?' Chelsea muttered to herself. She looked around. She was in some sort of creepy, grey dungeons with no idea whatsoever how she got there. The door creaked open; she dived under one of the desks in front of her.
Wait a second, she thought, desks in dungeons? She looked up to see a man with long, black greasy hair in a cloak walk up to his desk and pick up some papers. He looked around, not seeing her. He turned back around and was about to exit when he was stopped in his tracks.
'Sevvie, why aren't you in the Great Hall?' the woman who had stopped him enquired. She looked to be in her late 30's, possibly early 40's. From her appearance and the way she stood, Chelsea deducted she was eccentric and absent minded, but also liked being around men.
'Philomena, I have a lot of work to do,' the man known as "Sevvie" replied with an impatient tone in his voice.
'Oh but everyone else is there.'
'You're not.'
'I was.'
'Well go back there then!' he growled. Philomena looked slightly hurt but mostly indignant as she walked out of the room. "Sevvie" sighed and went out the other exit.
~
Chelsea picked herself up, groaning about her pins and needles, and she ran out of the room. She wondered about the Great Hall and the other things they had talked about. She wasn't looking where she was going and crashed into an old man with a very long, grey beard.
Oh bugger! I'm done for now, she thought, he's not exactly gonna believe I got 'ere by a magic stone, is he?.
Crystal-Rose gasped when she looked up to the ceiling of the great hall. She had seen it twice before, however it never failed to amaze her.
She sat down at her place on the Gryfindor table next to Brianna. Seated around her were Sam Wood, Ellen Longbottom, Connor Finnagin, Shelley Thomas and the Weasley triplets (Megan, Abigail and Shannon).
'There's Liam there!' Brianna shouted, 'phwoar, he's fit!'
'Dream on!' Crystal yelled back, 'he's already got a girlfriend!'
'Bugger!'
~
Dumbledore spoke:
'Welcome back to Hogwart's. As you'll all know by now, we'll sort the first years into the houses.' McGonagall got up from the table and placed the Sorting hat on the stool. After its song, she got up again and read out the list of first years alphabetically, starting with "Caitlin Branchley."
'Not Gryfindor, please not Gryfindor.' Crystal heard Brianna mumble.
'GRYFINDOR!' the hat yelled.
'Damn that stupid hat!' she hissed. She groaned while the rest of Gryfindor cheered loudly as her sister sat at the table. The list continued with James Crabbe (Slytherin), Ethan Creevey (another Gryfindor) and so on until Ellie and Holly Young (Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff).
'Now, let the feast begin!' Dumbledore commanded. The plates instantly filled with delicious food warmly greeted by everyone, especially Megan, Abigail and Shannon Weasley. Abigail had just stuffed a huge potato in her mouth and mashed it with her teeth when there was a loud crash. Everyone looked up from his or her plates.
****
'Where the shit am I?' Chelsea muttered to herself. She looked around. She was in some sort of creepy, grey dungeons with no idea whatsoever how she got there. The door creaked open; she dived under one of the desks in front of her.
Wait a second, she thought, desks in dungeons? She looked up to see a man with long, black greasy hair in a cloak walk up to his desk and pick up some papers. He looked around, not seeing her. He turned back around and was about to exit when he was stopped in his tracks.
'Sevvie, why aren't you in the Great Hall?' the woman who had stopped him enquired. She looked to be in her late 30's, possibly early 40's. From her appearance and the way she stood, Chelsea deducted she was eccentric and absent minded, but also liked being around men.
'Philomena, I have a lot of work to do,' the man known as "Sevvie" replied with an impatient tone in his voice.
'Oh but everyone else is there.'
'You're not.'
'I was.'
'Well go back there then!' he growled. Philomena looked slightly hurt but mostly indignant as she walked out of the room. "Sevvie" sighed and went out the other exit.
~
Chelsea picked herself up, groaning about her pins and needles, and she ran out of the room. She wondered about the Great Hall and the other things they had talked about. She wasn't looking where she was going and crashed into an old man with a very long, grey beard.
Oh bugger! I'm done for now, she thought, he's not exactly gonna believe I got 'ere by a magic stone, is he?.