Chapter 4
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
September 1, 7:37 p.m.
"Welcome, First Years. Before we begin our traditional feast, the first years must be sorted into their houses. Now, while you are at Hogwarts, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will be their triumphs, your failures..."
"This speech doesn't get any newer," moaned Ron as he and Harry watched first years whisper noisily to each other. Hermione was absorbed in the latest count of Filch's... erm, illegal items list. "You take being Head Girl far too seriously, Hermione. Calm down. If something is wrong, you'll know it."
Hermione shrugged and turned to page forty-six. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the hat's belting song. "Taking things seriously has gotten me far in the past. I'm not about to stop now."
"But first," said McGonagall.
"This is new," whispered Harry.
"We have a transfer student from America. We shall sort him first. Seventh year Todd Adams." McGonagall picked up the hat from its stool and motioned for Todd to sit down.
He swaggered over to the stool and plopped down; Harry and Ron rolled their eyes as a collective sigh came from all of the girls in the Hall. McGonagall placed the hat over his head...
"RAVENCLAW." McGonagall reached to take off the hat. "NO, HUFFLEPUFF." Murmurs could be heard- had the hat made a mistake? "MAKE THAT SLYTHERIN."
"Slytherin?" whispered Hermione, horrified.
"Oh, stop it," snapped Dumbledore, coming out of his reverie at the High Table. "The hat is just being difficult because I criticized it and made it change its song. You-" he pointed at Todd's head- "had better say the proper house, or we all shall properly hex you or you'll be out of a job."
"Excuse me, Mr. Uptight," snickered the hat. "FINE. He's a GRYFFINDOR. Don't hex me."
"Very well then." Dumbledore sat back down. McGonagall reached to take the hat off.
Todd stood and walked to where the trio sat at the Gryffindor table. "'Sup, people."
"That was weird," commented Harry. Ron nodded agreement.
Somehow, Hermione's list had vanished. "Hello, Todd. What choice course are you taking?"
Todd shrugged. "I'm in Arithmancy."
"So am I. Harry and Ron are in Divination..."
"Load of codswallop if I ever knew it. I can't wait until I'm told my future is bleak and I'm about to die again," said Harry.
Hermione tossed her long hair and laughed, though normally this time. "I told you two to switch out."
"Eh..." Ron shrugged nonchalantly. "As much as we hate her, I honestly think she likes us. I mean, we passed the last few years, didn't we?"
Todd stared at the table for the rest of the mean. Toward the end, he said randomly, "Can I touch your hair?"
Ron began to choke on his chicken and Harry pounded his friend's back furiously. "I hope you weren't talking to Ron," laughed Harry.
Todd coughed to cover his snigger. "Sorry, boys, I'm straight. I'm talking to the lovely Her-my-own-nee here." Hermione flushed. Todd reached out and began braiding the girl's long hair. "I love long hair."
Hermione turned away and felt the odd sensation of being watched. Across the hall, two glittering blue eyes watched her flirt with the new boy.
The owner of those eyes was not pleased with what he saw.
*****
Sorry so short, you guys. The next one will make up for it. Duh-duh-duh... Blue eyes. Hmmm. Who has blue eyes? I wonder... ;-) I love blue eyes. Just saying. :-D Gorgeous blue eyes.... hehe... my fetish...
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
September 1, 7:37 p.m.
"Welcome, First Years. Before we begin our traditional feast, the first years must be sorted into their houses. Now, while you are at Hogwarts, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will be their triumphs, your failures..."
"This speech doesn't get any newer," moaned Ron as he and Harry watched first years whisper noisily to each other. Hermione was absorbed in the latest count of Filch's... erm, illegal items list. "You take being Head Girl far too seriously, Hermione. Calm down. If something is wrong, you'll know it."
Hermione shrugged and turned to page forty-six. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the hat's belting song. "Taking things seriously has gotten me far in the past. I'm not about to stop now."
"But first," said McGonagall.
"This is new," whispered Harry.
"We have a transfer student from America. We shall sort him first. Seventh year Todd Adams." McGonagall picked up the hat from its stool and motioned for Todd to sit down.
He swaggered over to the stool and plopped down; Harry and Ron rolled their eyes as a collective sigh came from all of the girls in the Hall. McGonagall placed the hat over his head...
"RAVENCLAW." McGonagall reached to take off the hat. "NO, HUFFLEPUFF." Murmurs could be heard- had the hat made a mistake? "MAKE THAT SLYTHERIN."
"Slytherin?" whispered Hermione, horrified.
"Oh, stop it," snapped Dumbledore, coming out of his reverie at the High Table. "The hat is just being difficult because I criticized it and made it change its song. You-" he pointed at Todd's head- "had better say the proper house, or we all shall properly hex you or you'll be out of a job."
"Excuse me, Mr. Uptight," snickered the hat. "FINE. He's a GRYFFINDOR. Don't hex me."
"Very well then." Dumbledore sat back down. McGonagall reached to take the hat off.
Todd stood and walked to where the trio sat at the Gryffindor table. "'Sup, people."
"That was weird," commented Harry. Ron nodded agreement.
Somehow, Hermione's list had vanished. "Hello, Todd. What choice course are you taking?"
Todd shrugged. "I'm in Arithmancy."
"So am I. Harry and Ron are in Divination..."
"Load of codswallop if I ever knew it. I can't wait until I'm told my future is bleak and I'm about to die again," said Harry.
Hermione tossed her long hair and laughed, though normally this time. "I told you two to switch out."
"Eh..." Ron shrugged nonchalantly. "As much as we hate her, I honestly think she likes us. I mean, we passed the last few years, didn't we?"
Todd stared at the table for the rest of the mean. Toward the end, he said randomly, "Can I touch your hair?"
Ron began to choke on his chicken and Harry pounded his friend's back furiously. "I hope you weren't talking to Ron," laughed Harry.
Todd coughed to cover his snigger. "Sorry, boys, I'm straight. I'm talking to the lovely Her-my-own-nee here." Hermione flushed. Todd reached out and began braiding the girl's long hair. "I love long hair."
Hermione turned away and felt the odd sensation of being watched. Across the hall, two glittering blue eyes watched her flirt with the new boy.
The owner of those eyes was not pleased with what he saw.
*****
Sorry so short, you guys. The next one will make up for it. Duh-duh-duh... Blue eyes. Hmmm. Who has blue eyes? I wonder... ;-) I love blue eyes. Just saying. :-D Gorgeous blue eyes.... hehe... my fetish...