Star-chan: I'm back! Finally, I have been temporarily freed of my scholar
duties.
Neko: In English, she got sick enough to skip school.
Star-chan: Obviously, the niceness spell wore off. One of these days, Neko.
Neko: What? You'll finish a sentence?
Star-chan: Shut-up. That line is getting old.
Neko: Living in your brain means I have your level of creativity, unfortunately.
Star-chan: I'm not even gonna bother today.
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: I don't own Harry Potter.
Neko: As I pointed out two sentences ago, she doesn't have that amount of creativity.
Star-chan: You really don't like me, do you?
Neko: What gave you that idea?
****
SCREECH!
Young witches and wizards flooded the platform as the train halted, either going to the horseless carriages or with the gigantic man who was calling new first years.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron (who was still thinking up new ways to hand Malfoy his demise) climbed into a carriage. As soon as the door closed, the carriage was off, moving steadily toward the large castle Harry liked to call his home. Harry and Hermione made small talk, Ron still being in his happy, Malfoy-eliminating thoughts.
The red head was drawn out of these thoughts as he and his companions noticed two new additions to the schools defense.
Dragons.
Two humongous dragons, their scales changing from reds to dark purples, heat almost visibly radiating off of them, giving the creatures a shimmery look, stood each on one side of the school's gateway. Harry had never had a chance to really look at a dragon up close (he didn't count the First Task) and was startled to see that they were actually kinda beautiful.
Hermione was also startled for other reasons. "What is Dumbledore thinking?! What if they go out of control? Does the Ministry know? What- " Ron clapped his hand over her mouth to stop her rambling. Brown eyes glared at him as if to say 'How DARE you!'
Harry stared at the dragons until they passed the gates, and then turned back to his friends. "Ron," Harry asked, "what kind of dragon was that?"
Ron let go of Hermione's mouth, partially convinced she wouldn't ask questions, partially because she looked ready to bit his hand off. "I'm not sure," he answered. "Charlie's never said anything about those kinds before."
Hermione just muttered under her breathe, making Harry wonder if she still had questions or was upset she didn't know the species of the dragons.
Eventually, they reached the main entrance and hurried up the great and many steps, eager to watch the Sorting and eat. However, the trio happened to notice Malfoy was a little shaky as he got out of his carriage not far behind of them.
"What's that git shivering for? It's not cold," Ron asked, not losing a bit speed.
Harry thought about it and realized why and laughed. "Malfoy must be scared of dragons!" he explained as they entered the Entrance Hall. However, there was not a very good welcoming party.
The minute he entered, Harry was hit on the head with an egg. A sudden "Ouch!" and shriek of disgust informed the teen that his friends were similarly hit. In fact, everyone who had entered was under siege.
Harry didn't even have to look to know who the egg-throwing culprit was. It was, of course, the resident poltergeist, Peeves, doing what he did best. Making other people mad.
"PEEVES!" Professor McGonagall screamed at the floating, laughing man. "Stop that this INSTANT!"
Peeves, undaunted by the professor, continued his egging. "Heeheehee!" he cackled gleefully. He threw the rest of the eggs on poor Neville Longbottom, who had just entered, then flew away, still laughing.
Professor Gonagall waved her wand and the eggs disappeared. She too left, this time to collect the first years. Everyone who had gathered entered the Great Hall. The ceiling was blue-tinged orange with the fading sun. Only a few clouds dared to appear as the gradually darkening blue.
Harry looked at the Head Table where the teachers sat. There sat all the usual professors; Professor Flitwick, Professor Sinistra, Madam Hooch. Professor Snape, who was hated by pretty much everyone, especially Gryffindors, except the Slytherins, looked tired and worse than previous years. Harry suspected that he'd gone back to spying on Voldemort for Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore sat in the middle and he also looked wan, but still had that grandfatherly twinkle in his eyes.
Harry continued on looking for the new Defense teacher and saw something he'd never expect.
"A * woman *?! A * woman * was the one stupid enough to take that job?!" Ron said loudly. Hermione jammed her elbow into Ron's stomach and hissed, "She'll hear you, Ron!"
That didn't do much good as everyone else was talking about it too. However, the seat where Professor Binns, the dull History of Magic teacher, usually sat held a vacancy. Harry was about to say something when the first years, headed by Professor McGonagall, entered, quivering with nervousness.
The old and patched Sorting Hat opened his brim when the first years had gathered around. It sang,
(Neko: WARNING! Very stupid Sorting song!)
"Welcome young students
A new year has come.
Place me on your head
And I'll tell you where you belong.
Perhaps brave Gryffindor
Where the courage you'll bound to find
Or maybe wise Ravenclaw
Where the smartest shine,
Maybe fair Hufflepuff
Where justice rules all
Possible ambitious Slytherin
Would be the best admission.
So try me on, no need to fear
For I've yet to be wrong
I'll take a peek inside your head
And tell you where you belong!
Students and teachers applauded as the song finished. Professor McGonagall opened her scroll and said to the first years, "When I call you name, you will put the hat on you head and sit on the stool. When the Sorting Hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table.
"Alabaster, Jennifer!"
A red headed girl shakily walked forward and placed the hat on her head. After a moment, the hat announced, "Ravenclaw!"
It continued as usual, the first new Gryffindor being Calico, Patricia. Finally, the Sorting ended, and everyone looked at Dumbledore as he stood.
"I have only two words for you right now; bon appetite," he said in his gently voice. Food magically appeared and Ron immediately grabbed what ever happened to be closest and proceeded to stuff himself.
Hermione watched him in distaste. "You are disgusting, Ron," she said with a disdainful sniff.
Ron merely grinned as if he was complimented and Harry laughed.
* * * *
Star-chan: Well, that's it for now. I'm sorry about the Sorting song, but I can't write poetry like that.
Neko: You can write poetry?! No, wait, you can WRITE?!
Stat-chan: Shove it. Evil Willow: Thanks for reviewing and letting me have him, even if it is unfair you have four and I only have one.
Neko: I'm surprised you have one.
Star-chan: Shut up. Himidono: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!
Neko: Translation-She read your new story. Too bad that spell wasn't permanent. For Star, that is.
Star-chan: Okay, that's it. * Spell-o-tapes Neko's mouth shut * That will hold her for a few hours.
Neko: Le' 'e 'o!
Star-chan: This is much better.
Neko: In English, she got sick enough to skip school.
Star-chan: Obviously, the niceness spell wore off. One of these days, Neko.
Neko: What? You'll finish a sentence?
Star-chan: Shut-up. That line is getting old.
Neko: Living in your brain means I have your level of creativity, unfortunately.
Star-chan: I'm not even gonna bother today.
DISCLAIMER:
Star-chan: I don't own Harry Potter.
Neko: As I pointed out two sentences ago, she doesn't have that amount of creativity.
Star-chan: You really don't like me, do you?
Neko: What gave you that idea?
****
SCREECH!
Young witches and wizards flooded the platform as the train halted, either going to the horseless carriages or with the gigantic man who was calling new first years.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron (who was still thinking up new ways to hand Malfoy his demise) climbed into a carriage. As soon as the door closed, the carriage was off, moving steadily toward the large castle Harry liked to call his home. Harry and Hermione made small talk, Ron still being in his happy, Malfoy-eliminating thoughts.
The red head was drawn out of these thoughts as he and his companions noticed two new additions to the schools defense.
Dragons.
Two humongous dragons, their scales changing from reds to dark purples, heat almost visibly radiating off of them, giving the creatures a shimmery look, stood each on one side of the school's gateway. Harry had never had a chance to really look at a dragon up close (he didn't count the First Task) and was startled to see that they were actually kinda beautiful.
Hermione was also startled for other reasons. "What is Dumbledore thinking?! What if they go out of control? Does the Ministry know? What- " Ron clapped his hand over her mouth to stop her rambling. Brown eyes glared at him as if to say 'How DARE you!'
Harry stared at the dragons until they passed the gates, and then turned back to his friends. "Ron," Harry asked, "what kind of dragon was that?"
Ron let go of Hermione's mouth, partially convinced she wouldn't ask questions, partially because she looked ready to bit his hand off. "I'm not sure," he answered. "Charlie's never said anything about those kinds before."
Hermione just muttered under her breathe, making Harry wonder if she still had questions or was upset she didn't know the species of the dragons.
Eventually, they reached the main entrance and hurried up the great and many steps, eager to watch the Sorting and eat. However, the trio happened to notice Malfoy was a little shaky as he got out of his carriage not far behind of them.
"What's that git shivering for? It's not cold," Ron asked, not losing a bit speed.
Harry thought about it and realized why and laughed. "Malfoy must be scared of dragons!" he explained as they entered the Entrance Hall. However, there was not a very good welcoming party.
The minute he entered, Harry was hit on the head with an egg. A sudden "Ouch!" and shriek of disgust informed the teen that his friends were similarly hit. In fact, everyone who had entered was under siege.
Harry didn't even have to look to know who the egg-throwing culprit was. It was, of course, the resident poltergeist, Peeves, doing what he did best. Making other people mad.
"PEEVES!" Professor McGonagall screamed at the floating, laughing man. "Stop that this INSTANT!"
Peeves, undaunted by the professor, continued his egging. "Heeheehee!" he cackled gleefully. He threw the rest of the eggs on poor Neville Longbottom, who had just entered, then flew away, still laughing.
Professor Gonagall waved her wand and the eggs disappeared. She too left, this time to collect the first years. Everyone who had gathered entered the Great Hall. The ceiling was blue-tinged orange with the fading sun. Only a few clouds dared to appear as the gradually darkening blue.
Harry looked at the Head Table where the teachers sat. There sat all the usual professors; Professor Flitwick, Professor Sinistra, Madam Hooch. Professor Snape, who was hated by pretty much everyone, especially Gryffindors, except the Slytherins, looked tired and worse than previous years. Harry suspected that he'd gone back to spying on Voldemort for Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore sat in the middle and he also looked wan, but still had that grandfatherly twinkle in his eyes.
Harry continued on looking for the new Defense teacher and saw something he'd never expect.
"A * woman *?! A * woman * was the one stupid enough to take that job?!" Ron said loudly. Hermione jammed her elbow into Ron's stomach and hissed, "She'll hear you, Ron!"
That didn't do much good as everyone else was talking about it too. However, the seat where Professor Binns, the dull History of Magic teacher, usually sat held a vacancy. Harry was about to say something when the first years, headed by Professor McGonagall, entered, quivering with nervousness.
The old and patched Sorting Hat opened his brim when the first years had gathered around. It sang,
(Neko: WARNING! Very stupid Sorting song!)
"Welcome young students
A new year has come.
Place me on your head
And I'll tell you where you belong.
Perhaps brave Gryffindor
Where the courage you'll bound to find
Or maybe wise Ravenclaw
Where the smartest shine,
Maybe fair Hufflepuff
Where justice rules all
Possible ambitious Slytherin
Would be the best admission.
So try me on, no need to fear
For I've yet to be wrong
I'll take a peek inside your head
And tell you where you belong!
Students and teachers applauded as the song finished. Professor McGonagall opened her scroll and said to the first years, "When I call you name, you will put the hat on you head and sit on the stool. When the Sorting Hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table.
"Alabaster, Jennifer!"
A red headed girl shakily walked forward and placed the hat on her head. After a moment, the hat announced, "Ravenclaw!"
It continued as usual, the first new Gryffindor being Calico, Patricia. Finally, the Sorting ended, and everyone looked at Dumbledore as he stood.
"I have only two words for you right now; bon appetite," he said in his gently voice. Food magically appeared and Ron immediately grabbed what ever happened to be closest and proceeded to stuff himself.
Hermione watched him in distaste. "You are disgusting, Ron," she said with a disdainful sniff.
Ron merely grinned as if he was complimented and Harry laughed.
* * * *
Star-chan: Well, that's it for now. I'm sorry about the Sorting song, but I can't write poetry like that.
Neko: You can write poetry?! No, wait, you can WRITE?!
Stat-chan: Shove it. Evil Willow: Thanks for reviewing and letting me have him, even if it is unfair you have four and I only have one.
Neko: I'm surprised you have one.
Star-chan: Shut up. Himidono: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!
Neko: Translation-She read your new story. Too bad that spell wasn't permanent. For Star, that is.
Star-chan: Okay, that's it. * Spell-o-tapes Neko's mouth shut * That will hold her for a few hours.
Neko: Le' 'e 'o!
Star-chan: This is much better.