But to Draco's surprise, there were 2 of them. He wondered which one was the Slytherin. He didn't really care at this point because they both looked fine to him. The rest of the guys seemed to take notice that they were stunningly pretty as well. The girl closest to Draco looked about 5'3. She had somewhat long brown hair, and eyes to go with it. She was thin, but unlike most of the Hogwarts girls, she had shape to her. Her skirt must have been 2 or 3 inches shorter than the other girl's were, and instead of the natural loafers, she was wearing black strapped heels that clanked along the floor as she made her way to the front with her companion. The other girl was about 5'2, with brown hair as well, but shoulder length, and her eyes were also a shade of brown. She was dressed in regular Hogwart's attire, (skirt it's normal length, and plain loafers) which was a disappointment to some. Some of the guys in the room took the initiative to whistle as they walked past, but that was quickly put a stop to by a glare from Professor McGonagall. When the two reached the head of the room, Dumbledore rose to shake their hands and begin to speak. 'Oh great, Dumb-as-a-door's here to make one of his speeches from hell' thought Draco.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began in his low voice. "This year, we are accepting two new students to Hogwarts. A Miss Bella DeAngelo, ( he pointed to the girl on the left) and a Miss Christina Locke. They have come a long way from America, and I hope that you will treat them with the utmost respect."
"That's gonna be hard…" said Montague next to Draco. Malfoy was still glued to the set of girls. So the one on the right was the Slytherin. He began surveying her. This was something every Slytherin did. They took about 5 minutes to stare at someone, then basically tortured them in every way possible about their appearance. But what was to be said to this girl? He must have been staring for 15 minutes, and he couldn't find a damn thing wrong with her. This puzzled him, but then he caught on.
"It's me!" he said. "It's me in feminine form!" A couple people at his table glanced at him and rolled their eyes. They were used to these sorts of things coming from Draco, and figured he had just been hanging around Blaise too much, who was twiddling his thumbs across from Malfoy, and singing something-
"American Woman…get away from me---eee…American Woman…mama let me be—eee…I love VH1" said Blaise.
"I don't know what the hell a VH1 is Blaise, but please shut up…" replied Malfoy.
By now, a stool had been brought out, with a very familiar hat sitting on top of it.
"The Sorting Hat…" mumbled Draco. "That lovely little hat that so perfectly placed me here among you idiots." He said as he looked around his table, raising a brow at Pansy. "But I thought they were already sorted…" he said to himself.
"Now, the girls were indeed sorted over the summer, but we just want to make sure we've got the right houses for them…Miss DeAngelo, you first," said Dumbledore.
She approached the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on her head and it began to speak.
"Wait, I know you…. You've been here before, haven't you?" the hat yelled. "I will not tolerate this Albus! Keep telling me to decide where these little imbeciles go! You really wanna know where I think they should go? I'll tell you where…"
"Somebody didn't have their Prozac today…Nonsense. I'm not putting up with your rubbish, hat, so get on with it." replied Dumbledore.
"Fine fine…" said the hat. "Ok, let's see. Hmm…a good mind. Good conscience too…I stand by what I said before, GRYFFINDOR!" it yelled.
"Ugh, not another one…" said Draco in disgust as he watched the girl make her way to the Gryffindor table. He laughed when he saw Potter. The boy looked like he could die when she sat next to him. So did Granger. "Oh how I love the jealousy." He said to himself.
"Now you, Miss Locke." Said Dumbledore as everyone stopped clapping and watched Christina approach the hat.
"If that damn accessory doesn't put her in Slytherin I'll make sure it gets the same fate as that repulsive thong…" said Malfoy, who turned around to see the pink flames still burning in the fire.
She was now on the stool, sitting, looking around at everyone in the Hall. The hat began to speak again.
"Well well well…it said. I remember you perfectly dear. You were particularly hard to place. Intelligent. As yes, you've got wit. And cunning, yes, very cunning. But then there's that courage of yours. What to do, what to do?" Pondered the hat. Everyone in the Hall was silent. Watching. Staring. Waiting for that imminent response…
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began in his low voice. "This year, we are accepting two new students to Hogwarts. A Miss Bella DeAngelo, ( he pointed to the girl on the left) and a Miss Christina Locke. They have come a long way from America, and I hope that you will treat them with the utmost respect."
"That's gonna be hard…" said Montague next to Draco. Malfoy was still glued to the set of girls. So the one on the right was the Slytherin. He began surveying her. This was something every Slytherin did. They took about 5 minutes to stare at someone, then basically tortured them in every way possible about their appearance. But what was to be said to this girl? He must have been staring for 15 minutes, and he couldn't find a damn thing wrong with her. This puzzled him, but then he caught on.
"It's me!" he said. "It's me in feminine form!" A couple people at his table glanced at him and rolled their eyes. They were used to these sorts of things coming from Draco, and figured he had just been hanging around Blaise too much, who was twiddling his thumbs across from Malfoy, and singing something-
"American Woman…get away from me---eee…American Woman…mama let me be—eee…I love VH1" said Blaise.
"I don't know what the hell a VH1 is Blaise, but please shut up…" replied Malfoy.
By now, a stool had been brought out, with a very familiar hat sitting on top of it.
"The Sorting Hat…" mumbled Draco. "That lovely little hat that so perfectly placed me here among you idiots." He said as he looked around his table, raising a brow at Pansy. "But I thought they were already sorted…" he said to himself.
"Now, the girls were indeed sorted over the summer, but we just want to make sure we've got the right houses for them…Miss DeAngelo, you first," said Dumbledore.
She approached the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on her head and it began to speak.
"Wait, I know you…. You've been here before, haven't you?" the hat yelled. "I will not tolerate this Albus! Keep telling me to decide where these little imbeciles go! You really wanna know where I think they should go? I'll tell you where…"
"Somebody didn't have their Prozac today…Nonsense. I'm not putting up with your rubbish, hat, so get on with it." replied Dumbledore.
"Fine fine…" said the hat. "Ok, let's see. Hmm…a good mind. Good conscience too…I stand by what I said before, GRYFFINDOR!" it yelled.
"Ugh, not another one…" said Draco in disgust as he watched the girl make her way to the Gryffindor table. He laughed when he saw Potter. The boy looked like he could die when she sat next to him. So did Granger. "Oh how I love the jealousy." He said to himself.
"Now you, Miss Locke." Said Dumbledore as everyone stopped clapping and watched Christina approach the hat.
"If that damn accessory doesn't put her in Slytherin I'll make sure it gets the same fate as that repulsive thong…" said Malfoy, who turned around to see the pink flames still burning in the fire.
She was now on the stool, sitting, looking around at everyone in the Hall. The hat began to speak again.
"Well well well…it said. I remember you perfectly dear. You were particularly hard to place. Intelligent. As yes, you've got wit. And cunning, yes, very cunning. But then there's that courage of yours. What to do, what to do?" Pondered the hat. Everyone in the Hall was silent. Watching. Staring. Waiting for that imminent response…