Muggle Born
By Tenille Campbell
The castle was silhouetted against the gray skyline, a fine drizzle had began to pour down. I laughed, lifting my head up to catch the rain.
"Cara!" I yelled, "It tastes just like at home." Cara tossed her waist length blond hair over her shoulder and smirked.
"Duh, it's rain Tenille. Not feckin candy." She then looked left and right, and tilted her head up. We laughed and twirled around. We were actually at Hogwarts! So much for it being a movie. We made quite a picture I'm sure. Cara with her chic black coat and French red thing that she wore when she wanted to make an impression. Her multi colored yarn bag swinging in wild circles, with her blue eyes taking in absolutely everything. Then there was me with my wavy brown hair in every direction and big brown eyes. I was wearing my long navy blue hoodie with my Flirt toque and blue mitts. We both stopped abruptly when we heard a massive voice behind us.
"Are ye' about done now? We must be goin' to see Dumbledore. Gotta get ye's sorted now." Hagrid muttered as he walked up to us. His huge beard and hair gave him the appearance of irritated hairy man. We looked meekly at the ground. Running in to see the castle had been a great idea, but we didn't want to distress Hagrid or get him in trouble.
"Sorry" we said meekly. We kept glancing at each other in awe. Cara had her journal out, and kept writing in random spurts, while I had dug out my camera. I kept taking pictures as we went along. I used up a film just going to Dumbledore's office.
"Paddy cakes" Hagrid said before the statue of a great bird. It wove up in an twirled way, bringing us with it. Cara and I nodded to each other. We had seen this in the movie.
"We're here now girls, so be behaving herself. Dumbledore be here is just a minute." Hagrid stood by the door, keeping an eye out on us as we wandered around the office. It was actually quite clean for a place with so many knick-knacks. I wonder is they used a special spell or if the house elves worked especially hard in this room.
"Tenille. Cara. Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore's serene voice floated through the room. Cara and I turned and stared in awe. Man, was he tall. He must have been at least 6'4. He didn't look that tall in the movies. Hmmm, must get the movie idea out of my head.
"Thanks Dumbledore." I stayed silent after our thanks. What could I say to such a great wizard? Could he read my mind? Cara had no problem talking though.
"So do we get sorted? Does the hat talk? Can we put in Gryffindore? Is Harry Potter actually in Gryffindore?" Cara asked as she unbuttoned her jacket. It hung open to reveal her dark jeans and black t-shirt. She wore her customary heeled black boots. She was so fancy ass sometimes.
"We'll sort you after I'm done my explanation. Please sit." He gestured towards the large chairs in front of his desk. "Tea?" Dumbledore questioned as we settled down. I shook my head no, as Cara nodded enthusiastically. She was Irish, and believed that Tea was always a yes. I took off my hoodie, it was quite hot in the office. I noticed that he stared at my shirt which was black and had a black and white picture of me and Cara on it.
"That's Cara and me at the Saskatoon Ex. We paid four dollars to get the picture, then I had to pay an extra twenty to have the picture put on the shirt. But it was great fun." I offered up an explanation. Man, he made me nervous. I sat on my hands, since I couldn't stop twisting them.
"As you both know, you were invited to come to Hogwarts for the rest of the school year. As your age is both nineteen years of age, you will be put in the with the Year Sevens. Usually you would be with the Eights, but your capabilities might not be up to par with the rest of them." We nodded and he continued. "Sevens have access to Hogsmead over the weekends, and since you girls are now Seen Years, you will be able to go on trips with them also. You will have your trunks carried to whatever house you are sorted into. Taking in students at such an older age is unique, it has not been done in over 500 years, since the 14 year old Melissa Graven came to us. Of course, she was much younger and had more time here at the school to practice her skills. So you will put in the practical and defensive classes right away. You will take History of Magic and Divinity at a later date, when you can focus on them individually. I imagine our history classes are much like your home history classes." Cara and I shared a grimace. "So now it's time to get to the sorting."
Dumbledore walked to a massive closet and pulled the oak doors open. A crumpled brown hat sat in the center, looking very dejected and misused. Cara and I glanced at each other. I jerked my head towards the chair, telling her to go first. She nodded, and settled down on the chair as Dumbledore laid the hat down on her head. It stayed still for a moment. Cara's eyes were wide.
"Hmm….a muggle born child…likes to paint….neglects homework…definitely not Ravenclaw…" Cara huffed in indignation. "Perhaps Hufflepuff? They are a creative bunch…not Slytherin, her heart is pure and cleverness obsolete…" Again Cara gasped and glared at the hat. "Gryffindore? Yes, you might belong there. Hmm…yes…Gryffindore." The hat settled down again. Cara jumped off the chair and danced over to me. She hugged me and twirled around, high-fiving Hagrid, who was beaming.
I nervously regarded the chair. I stared at Dumbledore. He raised an eyebrow and looked pointingly at the chair. I let out a breath and sat down. The hat was settled down and it seemed to clench my head. It smelled fresh, like a mountain breeze. Surprising.
"Hello girly…you might be Slytherin…you have cleverness, determination…" The hat stopped, fear clutched my heart. Would that bastard of a hat put me in Slytherin? I thought of Malfoy, and grinned. Maybe it won't be so bad. "Hmm…yes, you have the necessary qualities for Slytherin. It is Slytherin!" The hat settled down, and I stared at Cara. Was I evil? I thought only pure bloods went into Slytherin? Was I pure blood?
By Tenille Campbell
The castle was silhouetted against the gray skyline, a fine drizzle had began to pour down. I laughed, lifting my head up to catch the rain.
"Cara!" I yelled, "It tastes just like at home." Cara tossed her waist length blond hair over her shoulder and smirked.
"Duh, it's rain Tenille. Not feckin candy." She then looked left and right, and tilted her head up. We laughed and twirled around. We were actually at Hogwarts! So much for it being a movie. We made quite a picture I'm sure. Cara with her chic black coat and French red thing that she wore when she wanted to make an impression. Her multi colored yarn bag swinging in wild circles, with her blue eyes taking in absolutely everything. Then there was me with my wavy brown hair in every direction and big brown eyes. I was wearing my long navy blue hoodie with my Flirt toque and blue mitts. We both stopped abruptly when we heard a massive voice behind us.
"Are ye' about done now? We must be goin' to see Dumbledore. Gotta get ye's sorted now." Hagrid muttered as he walked up to us. His huge beard and hair gave him the appearance of irritated hairy man. We looked meekly at the ground. Running in to see the castle had been a great idea, but we didn't want to distress Hagrid or get him in trouble.
"Sorry" we said meekly. We kept glancing at each other in awe. Cara had her journal out, and kept writing in random spurts, while I had dug out my camera. I kept taking pictures as we went along. I used up a film just going to Dumbledore's office.
"Paddy cakes" Hagrid said before the statue of a great bird. It wove up in an twirled way, bringing us with it. Cara and I nodded to each other. We had seen this in the movie.
"We're here now girls, so be behaving herself. Dumbledore be here is just a minute." Hagrid stood by the door, keeping an eye out on us as we wandered around the office. It was actually quite clean for a place with so many knick-knacks. I wonder is they used a special spell or if the house elves worked especially hard in this room.
"Tenille. Cara. Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore's serene voice floated through the room. Cara and I turned and stared in awe. Man, was he tall. He must have been at least 6'4. He didn't look that tall in the movies. Hmmm, must get the movie idea out of my head.
"Thanks Dumbledore." I stayed silent after our thanks. What could I say to such a great wizard? Could he read my mind? Cara had no problem talking though.
"So do we get sorted? Does the hat talk? Can we put in Gryffindore? Is Harry Potter actually in Gryffindore?" Cara asked as she unbuttoned her jacket. It hung open to reveal her dark jeans and black t-shirt. She wore her customary heeled black boots. She was so fancy ass sometimes.
"We'll sort you after I'm done my explanation. Please sit." He gestured towards the large chairs in front of his desk. "Tea?" Dumbledore questioned as we settled down. I shook my head no, as Cara nodded enthusiastically. She was Irish, and believed that Tea was always a yes. I took off my hoodie, it was quite hot in the office. I noticed that he stared at my shirt which was black and had a black and white picture of me and Cara on it.
"That's Cara and me at the Saskatoon Ex. We paid four dollars to get the picture, then I had to pay an extra twenty to have the picture put on the shirt. But it was great fun." I offered up an explanation. Man, he made me nervous. I sat on my hands, since I couldn't stop twisting them.
"As you both know, you were invited to come to Hogwarts for the rest of the school year. As your age is both nineteen years of age, you will be put in the with the Year Sevens. Usually you would be with the Eights, but your capabilities might not be up to par with the rest of them." We nodded and he continued. "Sevens have access to Hogsmead over the weekends, and since you girls are now Seen Years, you will be able to go on trips with them also. You will have your trunks carried to whatever house you are sorted into. Taking in students at such an older age is unique, it has not been done in over 500 years, since the 14 year old Melissa Graven came to us. Of course, she was much younger and had more time here at the school to practice her skills. So you will put in the practical and defensive classes right away. You will take History of Magic and Divinity at a later date, when you can focus on them individually. I imagine our history classes are much like your home history classes." Cara and I shared a grimace. "So now it's time to get to the sorting."
Dumbledore walked to a massive closet and pulled the oak doors open. A crumpled brown hat sat in the center, looking very dejected and misused. Cara and I glanced at each other. I jerked my head towards the chair, telling her to go first. She nodded, and settled down on the chair as Dumbledore laid the hat down on her head. It stayed still for a moment. Cara's eyes were wide.
"Hmm….a muggle born child…likes to paint….neglects homework…definitely not Ravenclaw…" Cara huffed in indignation. "Perhaps Hufflepuff? They are a creative bunch…not Slytherin, her heart is pure and cleverness obsolete…" Again Cara gasped and glared at the hat. "Gryffindore? Yes, you might belong there. Hmm…yes…Gryffindore." The hat settled down again. Cara jumped off the chair and danced over to me. She hugged me and twirled around, high-fiving Hagrid, who was beaming.
I nervously regarded the chair. I stared at Dumbledore. He raised an eyebrow and looked pointingly at the chair. I let out a breath and sat down. The hat was settled down and it seemed to clench my head. It smelled fresh, like a mountain breeze. Surprising.
"Hello girly…you might be Slytherin…you have cleverness, determination…" The hat stopped, fear clutched my heart. Would that bastard of a hat put me in Slytherin? I thought of Malfoy, and grinned. Maybe it won't be so bad. "Hmm…yes, you have the necessary qualities for Slytherin. It is Slytherin!" The hat settled down, and I stared at Cara. Was I evil? I thought only pure bloods went into Slytherin? Was I pure blood?