A/N:...how come the only people reviewing are my friends?? *Sniff* anyway
people WILL get sorted as promised. Dalla's personality will show up a
little in this chapter. I want reviewers!!! Come on it isn't that bad!! *in
a low voice* I think its good...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or his friends or the things/people related to him, J.K. Rowling does(or any of the books). No one loves me.v.v' *sigh*
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Chapter 3
Sorting
The stars shone brightly, but there light was nothing compared to that of the moon. It's pale white surface was almost complete. Little noticed the moon magnificence. They were too busy talking, laughing, and enjoying them selves in general. One became aware of its beauty. In fact her blue eye's had been staring at it for about half an hour. Her golden bangs fell into her face. She pushed them back and sighed.
She lowered her gaze and looked at the many students that filled the great hall. 'Why am I so nervous?' she thought, 'It's not like this is new too me?' She looked around the staff table. When her eyes landed on a greasy, black haired professor her stomach lurched. 'oh yeah.'
Snape felt her stare and turned to glare at her. He walked over to her and sneered.
"Need something Professor Moon?" he said coldly. Dalla quickly shook her head and stammered "N-no Professor Snape." Snape returned back to what he was doing, without another word. She looked up at the moon and sighed again. She wondered if coming to fill the defense against the darks position was a good idea. She looked around at all her old teachers. It had only been 6 years since she had left Hogwarts. Could she ever live up to the great things that her teachers had done? What was she talking about!? She could be just as good as them!
Her thoughts were interrupted when the door of the great hall flew open. All eyes turned to that direction. Professor McGonagall led the first years in, everyone noticed that two of them were soaking. Dalla also noticed this and looked closer at the two wet first years. Her expression turned into one that consisted of embarrassment, horror, and rage (A/N: try and imagine that o.o'). She looked around the great hall, pretending that her sister was invisible. While she was doing so she caught eye contact with the famous Albus Dumbledore. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he turned towards the sorting hat that had just started it's song.
Dalla didn't pay much attention (she had been listening to it for seven year and she doubted it had changed) but near the end of its lovely song (A/N: I'm guessing that its lovely o.o') something was different:
I'll start from where I did last year
I hope I doesn't bring back a tear.
This story is quite sad but true
It starts with friends when skies were blue.
But the clouds soon turned to gray
When all our founders did what they may.
When Gryffindor and Slytherin first parted
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw became heavy hearted.
They knew what was at stake
Their worries, we know, were not fake.
Time passed and all seemed well
But soon even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's friendship fell.
That brings me back to our lives today
But that's not all I have to say.
Evil now is close to our walls
And even lurks in our halls.
Do not worry about saving your skin.
We all will become united within.
The song stopped and most of the students stared. Dalla was totally and utterly lost. 'What happened last year?! Why was the sorting hat saying weird stuff like that. How come it never did it when I was in Hogwarts.' Dalla continued her questioning. And didn't even notice McGonagall hold up a piece of parchment and call out
"Abbott, Amy."
A girl with blond hair stumbled towards the hat. When there she sat down and nervously placed it on her head. Her eyes couldn't be seen from under the hat, but everyone could hear the hat loudly shout, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Amy took the hat off and ran over to the cheering Hufflepuff table and hugged a sixth year that looked a lot like before sitting down. (A/N: HAHAHAH get it? Hannah Abbott , Amy Abbott! HAHAHAH....or not) McGonagall waited for the noise to go down before calling the next name.
"Balor, Nina!"
Another girl walked up, this one had brown hair that went passed her shoulders. She looked around shyly and the hat was placed on her head. The sorting hat seemed to think for awhile before saying
"Hmm, lets go with GRYFFINDOR!"
She smiled timidly and bounced over to the Gryffindor table which roared her welcome.
"Clark, Kent." (A/N: SUPERMAN!! Hehehe, get Clark Kent, Kent Clark...no?)
The young boy with latté haired strode up to the stool. His grin was wide as the hat was placed on his head. It didn't take long for the hat to shout out, "RAVENCLAW!" His smile never faded as he scampered to the Ravenclaw table.
"Crudelis, Alex."
The youth stepped forward and put the hat on his head.
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat with out hesitation. He smiled and dashed over to the green and silver lined table. Dalla sighed. Sorting ceremonies were always boring after the first year. Unless you had a little brother or sister there. Thinking this caused Dalla to groan. 'How come I always get a head ache when I think of Nimo and Kendra?' Dalla thought and looked at her younger siblings. Kendra took off her bandana, ringed it out and put it back on. 'I hate my family.'
Dalla rested her head on her arms and closed her eyes as the sorting continued. Various names were read off, but one caught her attention.
"Foogle, Aras!" Professor McGonagall called out.
'Foogle? What kind of name is Foogle? How am I suppose to call on that kid without laughing?'
"SLYTHERIN!"
Dalla almost fell out of her seat. Snape gave a small cough, while Dumbledore chuckled lightly. 'Slytherin! How could someone with a name like Foogle be in Slytherin?'
"Foogle, Boff!"
'WHAT! There's two of them!?' Dalla whined to herself.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Oh yeah, great. Now there's two and they are in the same house. Wait. They have the same last name. That means they are related. They're in the same year. That means they're twins. NOOOOOO! NOT MORE TWINS!!!!!' Dalla , with out realizing it, started to bang her head on the table. "Stupid twins! Stupid twins! Stupid twins!" Luckily everyone was paying attention to the sorting instead of her.
When her head started to hurt she stopped and watched the ceremony again. A few more people were sorted. She noticed one of the first years had sunglasses on. Dalla wondered why he was wearing them, because it was night.
"Johnson, Phil!"
When he got sorted into Hufflepuff she let it go. (A/N: hehe Dalla thinks Hufflepuff is where the odd people go don't kill me if you like Hufflepuff )
McGonagall looked at the list to see who was next. She raised and eyebrow before shouting the name. "Malfoy, Zachary!"
Dalla noticed a small reaction to the name. Some Slytherins looked a the black haired boy who was walking up to the stool. While at the Gryffindor table a few of the students fidgeted, or glanced up to see the newest Malfoy.
As everyone who knew the Malfoys guessed, the sorting hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!" when it was still 3 inches above his head. Dalla watched as the young Malfoy strode over to the Slytherin table and sat by a sixth year with slicked back, blond hair. Dalla had never really met a Malfoy but she had heard enough about them to know one was bad, and two was worse. 'Kind of like my family' Dalla thought. Her gaze once again fell on her brother and sister. They were huddled together and talking in hushed voices. They were looking at a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. Dalla leaned forward and squinted too see what the twins were looking at.
What she saw didn't please her, in fact it did quite the opposite. Upon the infamous piece of parchment was a large circle with a pair of arms and legs. A head was on top of the circle. An innocent arrow pointed to the blobby looking portrait, the arrow was shooting from a five letter word. Dalla quaked with rage. The word was "Dalla". Kendra was snickering and Nimo was failing to try and hold back a smile. 'When I get my hand on those brats! They'll wish they've never been born!!!' Dalla ranted to herself.
"Sakoni, Demir."
Dalla instantly began to pay attention. 'Sakoni!? What's she doing here!? As a first year?!?! Wait, maybe she has a little sister.' Dalla considered, looking at the girl who strode towards the sorting hat. When Demir Sakoni was sorted into Slytherin all doubt left her mind. Demir proudly walked over to the Slytherin and took a seat by the other first years and sneered at Kendra.
At this time something in Dalla's head clicked. She realized that both her sister and Sakoni were wet, and the sneer defiantly wasn't meant to be positive. 'She's made an enemy already? It hasn't even been a day!' Dalla mentally screamed. 'This is not going to be a fun year.'
A few more people had been called up and Dalla was still lost in her own thoughts.
"Sheekley, Sora!"
A girl stepped up with an excited grin on her face. She
skipped up to the stool and happily kicked her legs while the
hat was placed on her head. Her purple highlighted hair could
still be seen from under the hat. The hat seemed to think for a
bit but soon came to its conclusion.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The new Ravenclaw bounced over to the table and sat down
and watched the rest of the ceremony with much interest. The
next person was called up.
"Smith, Chad!"
A dark skinned boy slowly stepped forward, he looked
around nervously while walking up. McGonagall placed the hat on
his head. A second had barely passed and leaped up, a look of
terror on his face.
"There's voices coming from it!" Chad yelled "It's
possessed!" The great hall immediately burst into giggles.
McGonagall raised her hand to calm down the fits of laughter.
"Mr. Smith the voice is the sorting hat telling you what
house it thinks you should be in." McGonagall said in a patient
voice.
"Is this magic?" Chad ask naively
McGonagall sighed as she said, "Yes Mr. Smith, it is
magic."
Chad glimpsed in between McGonagall and the hat for a
minute before gingerly placing it on his head. The hat instantly
shouted "Hufflepuff!"
"Didn't see that one coming. . ." Dalla murmured under her
breath as Chad went to sit down. Dalla looked at the remaining
first years as they waited to be sorted. 'This is taking
forever. All I want to do is eat is that so wrong!?' she thought
to her self once again.
"I talk to my self too much." Dalla grumbled, a little
louder than before. Some professors heard her and regarded her
with a strange look. Dalla noticed their looks and grinned
sheepishly and decided to stop talking.
"Wolf, Kendra!"
Dalla watched as her sister walked up to the front and sat
down, and McGonagall placed that hat on her head. Kendra looked
up at the hat that cover most of her head, she made a confused
expression right before it yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
'Well at least she got in Gryffindor, Mum and Dad would be
happy.' Dalla mused then listened as the hat called out her
brothers name. Nimo walked up to stool seeming confident, as
the hat called out-
"GRYFFINDOR!"
'Three for three. Makes sense most families end up in the same
house anyway.' She thought. Dalla suddenly remembered who was
head of the Gryffindor house, as the professor her self rolled
up the list and brought the hat back to the table. 'Oh, they're
going to have a fun year.' Dalla thought evilly, 'A very fun
year.'
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"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted into Kendra's head as well
as at the students of the great hall. She hopped off the stool
and sloshed over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to a
prefect who she recognized from the train. (A/N: you know what!
I don't care if she wouldn't sit next to a prefect! It's part of
the story so hush!) As she sat some water droplets from her wet
robes splattered on the prefects face.
"And what, may I ask, happened to you?" The bushy brown
haired prefect asked in an exasperated voice while wiping off
the water on her face.
Kendra looked around nervously before starting to answer
her upperclassman's question. "Uh. . . well . . . I kind of
fell out of the boat. And you see, I cant really swim so I was
flailing around and stuff. Then this Slytherin girl jumps in
trying to kill me right?" Kendra speeds up now getting in the
whole story telling mood. " So I push her down and 'kick her by
accident' on the way up. Oh yeah, I remembered how to swim then.
So I climb back into the boat and she's trying to get back in
when-" Kendra was interrupted as her brother sat down next to
her.
"What you talking about Ken?" Nimo asked looking at his
sister.
"Oh, just the boat incident." Kendra said ready to
continue the story.
"Oh . . . the boat incident . . ." Nimo said solemnly
remembering vividly what happened not only and hour before.
"Ok I get it you fall off the boat!" Hermione said holding
up her hands annoyed at Kendra and stopped her from telling
anymore of her story. "Headmaster Dumbledore is about to make
his speech so listen up."
Kendra turned to see Dumbledore already standing. As he
looked around the great hall his eyes were filled with glee, and
not even his long silver beard could hide his smile.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" His voice reverberated through out
the great hall, and all the students listened intently. "I'm
sure you're all ready to begin the feast, but first I have some
things to say." Some students groaned and others gave a sad
sigh.
"Dig in!" he said with a wave of his wand and a twinkle
in his eye. The golden platters and pitchers were instantly
filled with food and drink. In a few seconds the matching
plates and goblets were just as full. Students devouring
chicken, roast beef, potatoes of all kinds, and meat pies all
while guzzling various drinks the most popular pumpkin juice.
At the Ravenclaw table Sora was neatly cutting up her food
before eating it. She wasn't eating that much though; she was
too busy talking with all the other students. Asking questions
even answering some. She mainly talked to a boy who had a
wizard dad and a muggle mom.
"So Kent how does your mom feel about you being a wizard?
Mine was a little surprised, but she was happy for me." Sora
chattered with much excitement
"Oh, I wouldn't know, my mom doesn't live with us
anymore." Kent said casually looking off into space.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bring it up!" Sora quickly
apologized a look of regret all over her face.
"No its ok." Kent turned toward Sora with a grin "I like
it that way. My dad and I don't have to worry about putting the
toilet seat down." Sora smiled with Kent but kept quiet the
rest of the night. Kent took the silence as a sign to zone out.
He looked over at the Hufflepuff table and became oblivious.
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Phil and Chad were also too busy talking to eat. They
were being taught about how quidditch is played by Garret, a
fellow first year. Unfortunately they weren't good students.
"So the quidditch wins the game?" Chad asked (A/N: look
in a/n at the end of the chap for explanation)
"NO! THE QUIDDITCH DOES NOT WIN THE GAME!" Garret screamed
with frustration. He took a deep breath and tried to explain
again.
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Demir poked at her shepherds pie with her fork. (A/N:
shepherds pie is disgusting, at least the kind my dad makes is
o.o') She had refused to talk with anyone since she had been
sorted. Her still wet hair clung to her face as she glared at
her pie.
"Aren't you hungry?" Asked one of her annoying peers. The
two had been trying to get her to talk for twenty minutes now.
Demir said nothing as she pushed her plate towards the blond
girl. The blond grinned and quickly shoved down the food.
"You should eat you know." The black haired one said
cheerfully turning towards Demir. Demir just laid her head on
the table behind her arms and mumbled, "I'm not hungry."
"It talked!" Both girls gasped in unison. Demir made a
sound that was in between a grunt and growl. She refused to
talk to anyone the rest of the night.
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Dalla delicately brought her fork to her mouth and chewed
her food slowly. Her eyes shifted to the left and right looking
at the other teachers for an example. She looked at Professor
McGonagall the most (probably because she was sitting next to
her!). McGonagall caught one of her studying glances and in
return gave Dalla a questioning one.
"Something the matter professor Moon?" she asked in a firm
voice
"Uh. . .no! I mean . . .a little. . .maybe" Dalla stumbled
caught off guard. She took a deep breath before continuing in a
composed manner, "I'm not use to being the one having to have
proper manners. It still feels like I'm a student, I feel out
of place by you professors."
McGonagall's expression softened before she replied,
"Don't feel out of place miss Moon. The Headmaster would not
have let you teach here if he did not see you worthy of the
position." Dalla gave a shy but grateful smile.
"Thank you Professor. . ." Her grin grew and her eyes gave
a glimmer of mischief, "can I call you Minerva?"
"No you may not." The Professor said sternly. "Just
because you're a professor now doesn't mean you're not my
student. I don't want you to be breaking any rules in front of
the students. You're an example now, especially for your
younger siblings."
Dalla almost spit out her drink when she heard this.
After a few seconds of choking she coughed, "Kendra and Nimo
won't be needing my help to get into trouble. They're naturals
at it! I learned some things from them!"
"Well that will change before the end of the year."
McGonagall said in a toneless voice. Dalla couldn't ask any
more on the subject because Dumbledore had once again stood up.
He snapped his fingers and what was left of the food
disappeared.
"Now that we are all full I would like to state the rules
before we all go to bed. Firstly no students are allowed in the
Forbidden Forest what so ever. There also will be no magic in
the hall ways. And lastly Mr. Filch has made a list of all
banned objects this can be viewed on his office door. All that
said, good night! First years follow your prefects to your
dormitories."
The noise suddenly grew as all the students rose up to go
to bed.
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A/N: Ok here's what happened with the quidditch wins the game
thing. Sora was on vacation with her family and she was
explaining how quidditch was played to her brother. And he kept
saying "So the quidditch wins the game?" and there you go! The
sorting hats song was really . . . odd. Ok next thing . . .
REVIEW!!!!! Please? It will get better I swear!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or his friends or the things/people related to him, J.K. Rowling does(or any of the books). No one loves me.v.v' *sigh*
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Chapter 3
Sorting
The stars shone brightly, but there light was nothing compared to that of the moon. It's pale white surface was almost complete. Little noticed the moon magnificence. They were too busy talking, laughing, and enjoying them selves in general. One became aware of its beauty. In fact her blue eye's had been staring at it for about half an hour. Her golden bangs fell into her face. She pushed them back and sighed.
She lowered her gaze and looked at the many students that filled the great hall. 'Why am I so nervous?' she thought, 'It's not like this is new too me?' She looked around the staff table. When her eyes landed on a greasy, black haired professor her stomach lurched. 'oh yeah.'
Snape felt her stare and turned to glare at her. He walked over to her and sneered.
"Need something Professor Moon?" he said coldly. Dalla quickly shook her head and stammered "N-no Professor Snape." Snape returned back to what he was doing, without another word. She looked up at the moon and sighed again. She wondered if coming to fill the defense against the darks position was a good idea. She looked around at all her old teachers. It had only been 6 years since she had left Hogwarts. Could she ever live up to the great things that her teachers had done? What was she talking about!? She could be just as good as them!
Her thoughts were interrupted when the door of the great hall flew open. All eyes turned to that direction. Professor McGonagall led the first years in, everyone noticed that two of them were soaking. Dalla also noticed this and looked closer at the two wet first years. Her expression turned into one that consisted of embarrassment, horror, and rage (A/N: try and imagine that o.o'). She looked around the great hall, pretending that her sister was invisible. While she was doing so she caught eye contact with the famous Albus Dumbledore. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he turned towards the sorting hat that had just started it's song.
Dalla didn't pay much attention (she had been listening to it for seven year and she doubted it had changed) but near the end of its lovely song (A/N: I'm guessing that its lovely o.o') something was different:
I'll start from where I did last year
I hope I doesn't bring back a tear.
This story is quite sad but true
It starts with friends when skies were blue.
But the clouds soon turned to gray
When all our founders did what they may.
When Gryffindor and Slytherin first parted
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw became heavy hearted.
They knew what was at stake
Their worries, we know, were not fake.
Time passed and all seemed well
But soon even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's friendship fell.
That brings me back to our lives today
But that's not all I have to say.
Evil now is close to our walls
And even lurks in our halls.
Do not worry about saving your skin.
We all will become united within.
The song stopped and most of the students stared. Dalla was totally and utterly lost. 'What happened last year?! Why was the sorting hat saying weird stuff like that. How come it never did it when I was in Hogwarts.' Dalla continued her questioning. And didn't even notice McGonagall hold up a piece of parchment and call out
"Abbott, Amy."
A girl with blond hair stumbled towards the hat. When there she sat down and nervously placed it on her head. Her eyes couldn't be seen from under the hat, but everyone could hear the hat loudly shout, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Amy took the hat off and ran over to the cheering Hufflepuff table and hugged a sixth year that looked a lot like before sitting down. (A/N: HAHAHAH get it? Hannah Abbott , Amy Abbott! HAHAHAH....or not) McGonagall waited for the noise to go down before calling the next name.
"Balor, Nina!"
Another girl walked up, this one had brown hair that went passed her shoulders. She looked around shyly and the hat was placed on her head. The sorting hat seemed to think for awhile before saying
"Hmm, lets go with GRYFFINDOR!"
She smiled timidly and bounced over to the Gryffindor table which roared her welcome.
"Clark, Kent." (A/N: SUPERMAN!! Hehehe, get Clark Kent, Kent Clark...no?)
The young boy with latté haired strode up to the stool. His grin was wide as the hat was placed on his head. It didn't take long for the hat to shout out, "RAVENCLAW!" His smile never faded as he scampered to the Ravenclaw table.
"Crudelis, Alex."
The youth stepped forward and put the hat on his head.
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat with out hesitation. He smiled and dashed over to the green and silver lined table. Dalla sighed. Sorting ceremonies were always boring after the first year. Unless you had a little brother or sister there. Thinking this caused Dalla to groan. 'How come I always get a head ache when I think of Nimo and Kendra?' Dalla thought and looked at her younger siblings. Kendra took off her bandana, ringed it out and put it back on. 'I hate my family.'
Dalla rested her head on her arms and closed her eyes as the sorting continued. Various names were read off, but one caught her attention.
"Foogle, Aras!" Professor McGonagall called out.
'Foogle? What kind of name is Foogle? How am I suppose to call on that kid without laughing?'
"SLYTHERIN!"
Dalla almost fell out of her seat. Snape gave a small cough, while Dumbledore chuckled lightly. 'Slytherin! How could someone with a name like Foogle be in Slytherin?'
"Foogle, Boff!"
'WHAT! There's two of them!?' Dalla whined to herself.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Oh yeah, great. Now there's two and they are in the same house. Wait. They have the same last name. That means they are related. They're in the same year. That means they're twins. NOOOOOO! NOT MORE TWINS!!!!!' Dalla , with out realizing it, started to bang her head on the table. "Stupid twins! Stupid twins! Stupid twins!" Luckily everyone was paying attention to the sorting instead of her.
When her head started to hurt she stopped and watched the ceremony again. A few more people were sorted. She noticed one of the first years had sunglasses on. Dalla wondered why he was wearing them, because it was night.
"Johnson, Phil!"
When he got sorted into Hufflepuff she let it go. (A/N: hehe Dalla thinks Hufflepuff is where the odd people go don't kill me if you like Hufflepuff )
McGonagall looked at the list to see who was next. She raised and eyebrow before shouting the name. "Malfoy, Zachary!"
Dalla noticed a small reaction to the name. Some Slytherins looked a the black haired boy who was walking up to the stool. While at the Gryffindor table a few of the students fidgeted, or glanced up to see the newest Malfoy.
As everyone who knew the Malfoys guessed, the sorting hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!" when it was still 3 inches above his head. Dalla watched as the young Malfoy strode over to the Slytherin table and sat by a sixth year with slicked back, blond hair. Dalla had never really met a Malfoy but she had heard enough about them to know one was bad, and two was worse. 'Kind of like my family' Dalla thought. Her gaze once again fell on her brother and sister. They were huddled together and talking in hushed voices. They were looking at a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. Dalla leaned forward and squinted too see what the twins were looking at.
What she saw didn't please her, in fact it did quite the opposite. Upon the infamous piece of parchment was a large circle with a pair of arms and legs. A head was on top of the circle. An innocent arrow pointed to the blobby looking portrait, the arrow was shooting from a five letter word. Dalla quaked with rage. The word was "Dalla". Kendra was snickering and Nimo was failing to try and hold back a smile. 'When I get my hand on those brats! They'll wish they've never been born!!!' Dalla ranted to herself.
"Sakoni, Demir."
Dalla instantly began to pay attention. 'Sakoni!? What's she doing here!? As a first year?!?! Wait, maybe she has a little sister.' Dalla considered, looking at the girl who strode towards the sorting hat. When Demir Sakoni was sorted into Slytherin all doubt left her mind. Demir proudly walked over to the Slytherin and took a seat by the other first years and sneered at Kendra.
At this time something in Dalla's head clicked. She realized that both her sister and Sakoni were wet, and the sneer defiantly wasn't meant to be positive. 'She's made an enemy already? It hasn't even been a day!' Dalla mentally screamed. 'This is not going to be a fun year.'
A few more people had been called up and Dalla was still lost in her own thoughts.
"Sheekley, Sora!"
A girl stepped up with an excited grin on her face. She
skipped up to the stool and happily kicked her legs while the
hat was placed on her head. Her purple highlighted hair could
still be seen from under the hat. The hat seemed to think for a
bit but soon came to its conclusion.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The new Ravenclaw bounced over to the table and sat down
and watched the rest of the ceremony with much interest. The
next person was called up.
"Smith, Chad!"
A dark skinned boy slowly stepped forward, he looked
around nervously while walking up. McGonagall placed the hat on
his head. A second had barely passed and leaped up, a look of
terror on his face.
"There's voices coming from it!" Chad yelled "It's
possessed!" The great hall immediately burst into giggles.
McGonagall raised her hand to calm down the fits of laughter.
"Mr. Smith the voice is the sorting hat telling you what
house it thinks you should be in." McGonagall said in a patient
voice.
"Is this magic?" Chad ask naively
McGonagall sighed as she said, "Yes Mr. Smith, it is
magic."
Chad glimpsed in between McGonagall and the hat for a
minute before gingerly placing it on his head. The hat instantly
shouted "Hufflepuff!"
"Didn't see that one coming. . ." Dalla murmured under her
breath as Chad went to sit down. Dalla looked at the remaining
first years as they waited to be sorted. 'This is taking
forever. All I want to do is eat is that so wrong!?' she thought
to her self once again.
"I talk to my self too much." Dalla grumbled, a little
louder than before. Some professors heard her and regarded her
with a strange look. Dalla noticed their looks and grinned
sheepishly and decided to stop talking.
"Wolf, Kendra!"
Dalla watched as her sister walked up to the front and sat
down, and McGonagall placed that hat on her head. Kendra looked
up at the hat that cover most of her head, she made a confused
expression right before it yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
'Well at least she got in Gryffindor, Mum and Dad would be
happy.' Dalla mused then listened as the hat called out her
brothers name. Nimo walked up to stool seeming confident, as
the hat called out-
"GRYFFINDOR!"
'Three for three. Makes sense most families end up in the same
house anyway.' She thought. Dalla suddenly remembered who was
head of the Gryffindor house, as the professor her self rolled
up the list and brought the hat back to the table. 'Oh, they're
going to have a fun year.' Dalla thought evilly, 'A very fun
year.'
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"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted into Kendra's head as well
as at the students of the great hall. She hopped off the stool
and sloshed over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to a
prefect who she recognized from the train. (A/N: you know what!
I don't care if she wouldn't sit next to a prefect! It's part of
the story so hush!) As she sat some water droplets from her wet
robes splattered on the prefects face.
"And what, may I ask, happened to you?" The bushy brown
haired prefect asked in an exasperated voice while wiping off
the water on her face.
Kendra looked around nervously before starting to answer
her upperclassman's question. "Uh. . . well . . . I kind of
fell out of the boat. And you see, I cant really swim so I was
flailing around and stuff. Then this Slytherin girl jumps in
trying to kill me right?" Kendra speeds up now getting in the
whole story telling mood. " So I push her down and 'kick her by
accident' on the way up. Oh yeah, I remembered how to swim then.
So I climb back into the boat and she's trying to get back in
when-" Kendra was interrupted as her brother sat down next to
her.
"What you talking about Ken?" Nimo asked looking at his
sister.
"Oh, just the boat incident." Kendra said ready to
continue the story.
"Oh . . . the boat incident . . ." Nimo said solemnly
remembering vividly what happened not only and hour before.
"Ok I get it you fall off the boat!" Hermione said holding
up her hands annoyed at Kendra and stopped her from telling
anymore of her story. "Headmaster Dumbledore is about to make
his speech so listen up."
Kendra turned to see Dumbledore already standing. As he
looked around the great hall his eyes were filled with glee, and
not even his long silver beard could hide his smile.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" His voice reverberated through out
the great hall, and all the students listened intently. "I'm
sure you're all ready to begin the feast, but first I have some
things to say." Some students groaned and others gave a sad
sigh.
"Dig in!" he said with a wave of his wand and a twinkle
in his eye. The golden platters and pitchers were instantly
filled with food and drink. In a few seconds the matching
plates and goblets were just as full. Students devouring
chicken, roast beef, potatoes of all kinds, and meat pies all
while guzzling various drinks the most popular pumpkin juice.
At the Ravenclaw table Sora was neatly cutting up her food
before eating it. She wasn't eating that much though; she was
too busy talking with all the other students. Asking questions
even answering some. She mainly talked to a boy who had a
wizard dad and a muggle mom.
"So Kent how does your mom feel about you being a wizard?
Mine was a little surprised, but she was happy for me." Sora
chattered with much excitement
"Oh, I wouldn't know, my mom doesn't live with us
anymore." Kent said casually looking off into space.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bring it up!" Sora quickly
apologized a look of regret all over her face.
"No its ok." Kent turned toward Sora with a grin "I like
it that way. My dad and I don't have to worry about putting the
toilet seat down." Sora smiled with Kent but kept quiet the
rest of the night. Kent took the silence as a sign to zone out.
He looked over at the Hufflepuff table and became oblivious.
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Phil and Chad were also too busy talking to eat. They
were being taught about how quidditch is played by Garret, a
fellow first year. Unfortunately they weren't good students.
"So the quidditch wins the game?" Chad asked (A/N: look
in a/n at the end of the chap for explanation)
"NO! THE QUIDDITCH DOES NOT WIN THE GAME!" Garret screamed
with frustration. He took a deep breath and tried to explain
again.
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Demir poked at her shepherds pie with her fork. (A/N:
shepherds pie is disgusting, at least the kind my dad makes is
o.o') She had refused to talk with anyone since she had been
sorted. Her still wet hair clung to her face as she glared at
her pie.
"Aren't you hungry?" Asked one of her annoying peers. The
two had been trying to get her to talk for twenty minutes now.
Demir said nothing as she pushed her plate towards the blond
girl. The blond grinned and quickly shoved down the food.
"You should eat you know." The black haired one said
cheerfully turning towards Demir. Demir just laid her head on
the table behind her arms and mumbled, "I'm not hungry."
"It talked!" Both girls gasped in unison. Demir made a
sound that was in between a grunt and growl. She refused to
talk to anyone the rest of the night.
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Dalla delicately brought her fork to her mouth and chewed
her food slowly. Her eyes shifted to the left and right looking
at the other teachers for an example. She looked at Professor
McGonagall the most (probably because she was sitting next to
her!). McGonagall caught one of her studying glances and in
return gave Dalla a questioning one.
"Something the matter professor Moon?" she asked in a firm
voice
"Uh. . .no! I mean . . .a little. . .maybe" Dalla stumbled
caught off guard. She took a deep breath before continuing in a
composed manner, "I'm not use to being the one having to have
proper manners. It still feels like I'm a student, I feel out
of place by you professors."
McGonagall's expression softened before she replied,
"Don't feel out of place miss Moon. The Headmaster would not
have let you teach here if he did not see you worthy of the
position." Dalla gave a shy but grateful smile.
"Thank you Professor. . ." Her grin grew and her eyes gave
a glimmer of mischief, "can I call you Minerva?"
"No you may not." The Professor said sternly. "Just
because you're a professor now doesn't mean you're not my
student. I don't want you to be breaking any rules in front of
the students. You're an example now, especially for your
younger siblings."
Dalla almost spit out her drink when she heard this.
After a few seconds of choking she coughed, "Kendra and Nimo
won't be needing my help to get into trouble. They're naturals
at it! I learned some things from them!"
"Well that will change before the end of the year."
McGonagall said in a toneless voice. Dalla couldn't ask any
more on the subject because Dumbledore had once again stood up.
He snapped his fingers and what was left of the food
disappeared.
"Now that we are all full I would like to state the rules
before we all go to bed. Firstly no students are allowed in the
Forbidden Forest what so ever. There also will be no magic in
the hall ways. And lastly Mr. Filch has made a list of all
banned objects this can be viewed on his office door. All that
said, good night! First years follow your prefects to your
dormitories."
The noise suddenly grew as all the students rose up to go
to bed.
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A/N: Ok here's what happened with the quidditch wins the game
thing. Sora was on vacation with her family and she was
explaining how quidditch was played to her brother. And he kept
saying "So the quidditch wins the game?" and there you go! The
sorting hats song was really . . . odd. Ok next thing . . .
REVIEW!!!!! Please? It will get better I swear!