Magic in the South
Chapter 5: Thoughts and Cajun Food
A/N: I am so sorry that it took me so long to update this, but as I said in the last chapter, I am having a bit of writer's block. I have also been spending a lot of time reading other people's stories to see what I am up against. The sorting hat song, as well as the characters and some feelings of the characters belong to the beloved J. K. Rowling.
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"Welcome to Louisiana everyone! I am glad that we could have the chance to be in this beautiful state as a change from our old surroundings. As a special treat for this evening, I have decided to serve you all some Cajun food to start off the term here. While we are here, you may want to venture the grounds of this new place. Please note, however, that the new lake surrounding the plantation is the home to about a hundred alligators, so beware. Now we will begin with the Sorting Ceremony. Minerva, if you please...
Professor McGonagall walked up to the front of the new hall and placed the Sorting Hat on the stool. She backed away, her list in hand, and waited for the Hat to begin its song. Oh, you may not think I am pretty,
But don't judge on what you see.
I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head,
The sorting hat cannot see.
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindor apart.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
Your safe in my hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!
When the song had ended, the scared first years stepped one by one and placed the hat on their head. After they had all been sorted, Dumbledore stood up once more.
". . . Now, I believe that I am done with the announcements, so everyone may enjoy their dinner!" said Professor Dumbledore as he sat down to enjoy his own dinner.
The minute Dumbledore sat down, masses of Cajun food covered the four house tables. The students were so happy to see the food, yet curious as to what it might be. There were platters and bowls of crawfish, rice, crawfish etouffee, gumbo, as well as a variety of dishes, such as fish, sweet potatoes, strawberries, and shrimp. The pitchers that usually held the pumpkin juice now held sweet tea. The students tried a little bit of each, wanting to experience a bit of this new food.
"Have any of you ever had any of this food before?" asked Harry as he looked questionably at his plate.
"Well, I have never tried it, but my mother visited here as a child and said that their food was fabulous. She had been dying to bring me here to try it, but we never had the time," said Hermione, who was now trying a bit of the gumbo she had just filled her bowl with.
Ron began to eat his food without as much enthusiasm as he usually had. He had been thinking about the train ride to school, or rather what had happened before he boarded the train. The train ride had been short compared to what they used to take to get to their school. It had been about thirty minutes, but to Ron it seemed much longer. There had been an awkward silence between him and Hermione for the whole ride. When they got in there, they had sat on opposite sides and avoided each other's gaze the entire time. Ron, though, had a thought on his mind that he had yet to shake. When he and Hermione had . . . . almost kissed, he had the tiniest feeling that Hermione had liked him too. Why would she have had that look in her eyes if she had not? He fumbled around with a crawfish tail in his hands, destroying it to pieces as he thought.
"Ron, what are you doing? You have hardly touched your food, and you destroying the parts you were going to eat. Are you ok?" asked his best mate.
"Yeah, yeah- I am fine, just fine," he lied. His thoughts were killing him. He decided that he would have to talk to Hermione about what had happened. Clearly she had felt something. Clearly, even if she didn't feel the same way, she would at least know what to do. She always knew what to do. He smiled at the thought of her in spite of himself, realized what he was doing, and began to eat again.
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Hermione settled herself down into a chair beside the Common Room fire. She had just helped all of the newly sorted first years into their dorm rooms and was exhausted. Ron wasn't down yet. She assumed that he was still helping the male first years get settled down. She was glad of this though. She had been avoiding Ron all day long. She was a little...shocked with what had almost happened before they boarded the train earlier that day. She knew she was avoiding him, but she was scared. She liked him, oh yes she did. But there was no way that he liked her as well. The only thing that she could see was that he might, because that feeling she had right before they kissed had to be mutual. She was most certain that she could not be alone in feeling something as strong as this. She had tried to forget the whole thing, but she couldn't get him out of her mind. She had been looking at him all day, and she was sure he was too, for when their eyes met at odd moments, they quickly looked away.
She saw Ron coming down the stairs and decided that she needed to talk to him. There was no one but the two of them in the room now, for everyone had been too tired to stay up too late. Hermione, however, felt that she could not sleep until she had settled a few things.
She watched Ron look at her nervously and sit next to her on the couch. She took a deep breath and decided that if one of them didn't talk soon, they never would.
"We need to talk!" they both said nervously at the same time. They looked up at each other and laughed in an awkward way and started a conversation that would change things between them forever.
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A/N: Who will talk first? Will they make up, or fight like old times? Stay tuned to find out. I will try to update soon. I am working on the next chapter as we speak and should have it up soon. Please review and tell me what you think. Sorry to leave ya hanging, but I wanted to have a good place to start the next chapter.
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Chapter 5: Thoughts and Cajun Food
A/N: I am so sorry that it took me so long to update this, but as I said in the last chapter, I am having a bit of writer's block. I have also been spending a lot of time reading other people's stories to see what I am up against. The sorting hat song, as well as the characters and some feelings of the characters belong to the beloved J. K. Rowling.
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"Welcome to Louisiana everyone! I am glad that we could have the chance to be in this beautiful state as a change from our old surroundings. As a special treat for this evening, I have decided to serve you all some Cajun food to start off the term here. While we are here, you may want to venture the grounds of this new place. Please note, however, that the new lake surrounding the plantation is the home to about a hundred alligators, so beware. Now we will begin with the Sorting Ceremony. Minerva, if you please...
Professor McGonagall walked up to the front of the new hall and placed the Sorting Hat on the stool. She backed away, her list in hand, and waited for the Hat to begin its song. Oh, you may not think I am pretty,
But don't judge on what you see.
I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head,
The sorting hat cannot see.
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindor apart.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
Your safe in my hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!
When the song had ended, the scared first years stepped one by one and placed the hat on their head. After they had all been sorted, Dumbledore stood up once more.
". . . Now, I believe that I am done with the announcements, so everyone may enjoy their dinner!" said Professor Dumbledore as he sat down to enjoy his own dinner.
The minute Dumbledore sat down, masses of Cajun food covered the four house tables. The students were so happy to see the food, yet curious as to what it might be. There were platters and bowls of crawfish, rice, crawfish etouffee, gumbo, as well as a variety of dishes, such as fish, sweet potatoes, strawberries, and shrimp. The pitchers that usually held the pumpkin juice now held sweet tea. The students tried a little bit of each, wanting to experience a bit of this new food.
"Have any of you ever had any of this food before?" asked Harry as he looked questionably at his plate.
"Well, I have never tried it, but my mother visited here as a child and said that their food was fabulous. She had been dying to bring me here to try it, but we never had the time," said Hermione, who was now trying a bit of the gumbo she had just filled her bowl with.
Ron began to eat his food without as much enthusiasm as he usually had. He had been thinking about the train ride to school, or rather what had happened before he boarded the train. The train ride had been short compared to what they used to take to get to their school. It had been about thirty minutes, but to Ron it seemed much longer. There had been an awkward silence between him and Hermione for the whole ride. When they got in there, they had sat on opposite sides and avoided each other's gaze the entire time. Ron, though, had a thought on his mind that he had yet to shake. When he and Hermione had . . . . almost kissed, he had the tiniest feeling that Hermione had liked him too. Why would she have had that look in her eyes if she had not? He fumbled around with a crawfish tail in his hands, destroying it to pieces as he thought.
"Ron, what are you doing? You have hardly touched your food, and you destroying the parts you were going to eat. Are you ok?" asked his best mate.
"Yeah, yeah- I am fine, just fine," he lied. His thoughts were killing him. He decided that he would have to talk to Hermione about what had happened. Clearly she had felt something. Clearly, even if she didn't feel the same way, she would at least know what to do. She always knew what to do. He smiled at the thought of her in spite of himself, realized what he was doing, and began to eat again.
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Hermione settled herself down into a chair beside the Common Room fire. She had just helped all of the newly sorted first years into their dorm rooms and was exhausted. Ron wasn't down yet. She assumed that he was still helping the male first years get settled down. She was glad of this though. She had been avoiding Ron all day long. She was a little...shocked with what had almost happened before they boarded the train earlier that day. She knew she was avoiding him, but she was scared. She liked him, oh yes she did. But there was no way that he liked her as well. The only thing that she could see was that he might, because that feeling she had right before they kissed had to be mutual. She was most certain that she could not be alone in feeling something as strong as this. She had tried to forget the whole thing, but she couldn't get him out of her mind. She had been looking at him all day, and she was sure he was too, for when their eyes met at odd moments, they quickly looked away.
She saw Ron coming down the stairs and decided that she needed to talk to him. There was no one but the two of them in the room now, for everyone had been too tired to stay up too late. Hermione, however, felt that she could not sleep until she had settled a few things.
She watched Ron look at her nervously and sit next to her on the couch. She took a deep breath and decided that if one of them didn't talk soon, they never would.
"We need to talk!" they both said nervously at the same time. They looked up at each other and laughed in an awkward way and started a conversation that would change things between them forever.
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A/N: Who will talk first? Will they make up, or fight like old times? Stay tuned to find out. I will try to update soon. I am working on the next chapter as we speak and should have it up soon. Please review and tell me what you think. Sorry to leave ya hanging, but I wanted to have a good place to start the next chapter.
REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!!
Thank you for Reading!
angelface58