Miranda was beaming, she could see over everybody's head, and she liked it.
They had assembled in the entrance hall, in front of the double doors to
the Great Hall. The girls were so nervous, they looked around at all the
1st years, they were all so short and cute.
"Now you will be sorted into houses, they will be your family for the period of time you are at Hogwarts. The houses are Slytherine, Gryfindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw." McGonagall said in a very intimidating voice, if she wasn't trying to strike fear into the hearts of the already fearful 1st years. She was failing.
"Follow me," she said turning around and pushing open the large double doors.
As they entered the entire of the Hall hushed. They were all looking at the young kids, evaluating and rating them. Some were whispering saying "that one"s defiantly going to be in Slytherin," or "Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryfindor, Syltherin Ravenclaw," and pointing at a different person.
Then all was hushed, as the two girls walked into the hall. They could feel all eyes were upon them. Miranda couldn't breathe she was so scared, and Jess felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
Jess did the only thing she could think of in a situation like this.
"Hey, hey howz it goin? How the hell are ya? Hey, what's going on? Hey, how you doin?" she began saying to random people. She lifted up her hand and waved at the people, and began to blow them kisses, saying "Yes, yes I am fabulous aren't I." Everybody began to give her what-are-you-some-sort-of-freak looks.
"Jess stop it, shut up," Miranda hissed through gritted teeth.
Along with the rest of the school Harry was staring at the two girls who had a head above the rest of the 1st years. Ron and Hermione were on either side of Harry, and they too, were staring.
Harry leaned over to Ron, "You didn't tell me your cousin was one of the new students," Harry said staring at the red-head who was blowing kisses to everyone.
"She's not my cousin, I don't have any girl cousins, come to think of it I don't have ANY cousins."
Harry suddenly felt like all the blood had rushed out of his head, as the one with the long brown hair looked at him. He could feel something, he was starting to get light headed, there was something there, something odd, and he just couldn't put his finger on it. Ron and Hermione had obviously noticed that he was pale, they leaned in.
"Harry are you alright? Is it your scare?" Hermione said in a concerned voice, it was always the scar.
"No, it's just, I'm kinda dizzy, I just must be hungry," he said trying to brush them off, however he couldn't ignore the fact that his scar was tingling.
As the girls got closer to the teachers table, they spotted Hagrid and smiled at him, spotting Oliver to, he gave them a little wave, and pointed to the table Harry was at. MY HOUSE, he mimed with his mouth beaming with pride. Days before the beginning of school Oliver told them everything about Gryffindor. Gryffindor this, and Gryffindor that and Gryffindor hit me with a bludger bat. Jess and Miranda both gave him a suggestive wink and a head nod, Miranda blew him a kiss, whilst Jess licked her lips and raised her eyebrows suggestively. Oliver turned beat red.
Then from somewhere a old voice started to say something about putting him on, and about the four houses and what they're like. Jess wasn't really paying attention much.
"When I call your name, step up and I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." Professor McGonagall's voice boomed out over the crowd. Jess and Miranda peered over the crowd, it wasn't that hard, and there sitting on a stool was a mouldy, old hat. Miranda shuddered; the hat was giving her the wiggins.
"Catlin Adder," McGonagall read out forms a long piece of parchment. A small chubby girl hopped up to the stool, sat down and had the hat placed on her blond head.
"HUFFLEPUFF" the hat cried out to the shushed crowd. Miranda jumped slightly, and had Jess not been there to hold onto, she would've fallen over completely.
* When the A's and B's had gone by, Jess's fear grew, they had gotten to the C's and it would only be a short time before her name was called out and she had to go into a house. She was afraid, she didn't want to be in another house than Miranda and it was freaking her out. She was afraid that she wouldn't get into a "good" house, like what if she got into Slytherine, and from what Oliver had said, she didn't want to.
"Rachel Curnow," McGonagall said. And a little girl with dead straight black hair, sat on the stool.
"RAVENCLAW" the hat yelled out over a short time.
"Jess Currie,"
The cheers from the houses died down, and the red-head made her way towards the hat. They had all been waiting for this, to see whose house she would be in, how the hat would judge her character, and thus where she would be placed accordingly.
She stepped up to the hat that was placed on the stool. "HELLLOOOOOO MR.HAT"
McGonagall removed the hat from the stool, so that she could sit down. She moved her hair out of her face, to reveal her Greeny-bluey eyes, that flashed with mischief, her face was long and slender, and she had a mole just about the right side of her mouth. She was quite pretty really, well compared to some of the girls there she was. The mouldy old hat was placed on her head, as everybody sat at the end of there seat waiting for the outcome.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, now let me see now, a voice said inside of her head, great talent in you, yes yes, I can see it. Powerful, very powerful, that's why you are here is it not ,there is courage, and compassion, and kindness, to some extent. But there is also darkness, I can see it, yes darkness, here, very mystical. The pieces are here but not complete. Where to put you, where to put you. Very tricky, could put you in Hufflepuff, no not there, Ravenclaw would be perfect for you knowledge, Gryfindor yes I can see you having a bright future there, you'd fit right in, but no, not to be placed there either I see. Then it must be . . .
"Slytherin" the hat cried out.
Everybody gasped. Nobody liked anyone from Slytherine, pure bloods only ever got in there, and they had heard that she Muggle-born. Jess's face was contorted in shock, she rose, with no emotion on her catatonic face. Ignoring the whispers that followed her she made her way over to the table, where the Slytherin's sat, she walked to the end of the table. She sat and stared straight in-front of her. Everybody at the Syltherin table was giving her the evils and whispering to each other, and she distinctly heard the word mud-blood, several times. Then she did something that no one expected, she slowly lifted her arm up so that it was perpendicular with her torso, balled her hand into a fist, and raised the middle finger to all that sat at the Slytherin table, yes, yes, that's right she gave them all the finger.
Everybody else laughed at this, but Jess did not move, at all. As Professor McGonagall went through the rest of the C's, D's and E's through I's, she slowly started to snap out of the trance she was in.
"Miranda Johnson" McGonagall called out, she smiled sweetly at her as she sat on the stool. She too moved her hair out of her face, so that the hat wouldn"t ruin it. Her face was rounded and sweet. She had a cute little nose, and the most amazingly blue eyes, they were icy and crystiline. The school did what they had down before as the hat as placed carefully on her head.
Ahhh I have been waiting for you, you're 2nd piece to this puzzle.The pieces are here but not complete. The low, semi raspy voice said in her head Now where to put you. You have power, yes a lot of power, just like your counter part yes both equally powerful. But your soul is old, yes, my my a very old soul I see here, a soul however stained with something, something mystical has been with your soul, and with you it seems. It's all in your head your caring, your understanding, your loyalty to your friend, however darkness resides in you, oh my yes, darkness, . No need to be afraid of me. How about Ravenclaw, there is knowledge here yes, yes you'd be good there. But no, not there it seems, Gryfindor would be perfect for you, it seems that there is no choice but to place you in . .
"Slytherin," the hat yelled out, no-one cheered as they had done for everybody eles, excluding Jess. Miranda too sat there in shock. She didn't move, until Professor McGonagall tapped her on her shoulder. The rest of the school was silent, they had lost two new girls to Slytherin. She turned around and looked at Oliver, tears in her eyes, she really wanted to get into Gryfindor, after what he was boasting about. He didn't look at her, he too it seemed was in shock and was looking at his plate. Then from somewhere far off she heard it, the begging of the slow clap. CLAP . . . . .CLAP . . . . CLAP . . .CLAP. . .CLAP. . .CLAP. She stood up and looked around for it's source, and then it appeared.
Jess stood up on her chair and began clapping slowly and then getting faster and faster. Miranda turned bright red. Bloody Jess she thought rolling her eyes and making her way quickly to where Jess was standing up. She grabbed her arm and forced her to sit down, Jess however did not stop clapping until Miranda had to grab her hands and hold them shut.
"Proceed" Miranda called out to McGonagall who was giving them the eyes of shame.
"Now you will be sorted into houses, they will be your family for the period of time you are at Hogwarts. The houses are Slytherine, Gryfindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw." McGonagall said in a very intimidating voice, if she wasn't trying to strike fear into the hearts of the already fearful 1st years. She was failing.
"Follow me," she said turning around and pushing open the large double doors.
As they entered the entire of the Hall hushed. They were all looking at the young kids, evaluating and rating them. Some were whispering saying "that one"s defiantly going to be in Slytherin," or "Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryfindor, Syltherin Ravenclaw," and pointing at a different person.
Then all was hushed, as the two girls walked into the hall. They could feel all eyes were upon them. Miranda couldn't breathe she was so scared, and Jess felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
Jess did the only thing she could think of in a situation like this.
"Hey, hey howz it goin? How the hell are ya? Hey, what's going on? Hey, how you doin?" she began saying to random people. She lifted up her hand and waved at the people, and began to blow them kisses, saying "Yes, yes I am fabulous aren't I." Everybody began to give her what-are-you-some-sort-of-freak looks.
"Jess stop it, shut up," Miranda hissed through gritted teeth.
Along with the rest of the school Harry was staring at the two girls who had a head above the rest of the 1st years. Ron and Hermione were on either side of Harry, and they too, were staring.
Harry leaned over to Ron, "You didn't tell me your cousin was one of the new students," Harry said staring at the red-head who was blowing kisses to everyone.
"She's not my cousin, I don't have any girl cousins, come to think of it I don't have ANY cousins."
Harry suddenly felt like all the blood had rushed out of his head, as the one with the long brown hair looked at him. He could feel something, he was starting to get light headed, there was something there, something odd, and he just couldn't put his finger on it. Ron and Hermione had obviously noticed that he was pale, they leaned in.
"Harry are you alright? Is it your scare?" Hermione said in a concerned voice, it was always the scar.
"No, it's just, I'm kinda dizzy, I just must be hungry," he said trying to brush them off, however he couldn't ignore the fact that his scar was tingling.
As the girls got closer to the teachers table, they spotted Hagrid and smiled at him, spotting Oliver to, he gave them a little wave, and pointed to the table Harry was at. MY HOUSE, he mimed with his mouth beaming with pride. Days before the beginning of school Oliver told them everything about Gryffindor. Gryffindor this, and Gryffindor that and Gryffindor hit me with a bludger bat. Jess and Miranda both gave him a suggestive wink and a head nod, Miranda blew him a kiss, whilst Jess licked her lips and raised her eyebrows suggestively. Oliver turned beat red.
Then from somewhere a old voice started to say something about putting him on, and about the four houses and what they're like. Jess wasn't really paying attention much.
"When I call your name, step up and I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." Professor McGonagall's voice boomed out over the crowd. Jess and Miranda peered over the crowd, it wasn't that hard, and there sitting on a stool was a mouldy, old hat. Miranda shuddered; the hat was giving her the wiggins.
"Catlin Adder," McGonagall read out forms a long piece of parchment. A small chubby girl hopped up to the stool, sat down and had the hat placed on her blond head.
"HUFFLEPUFF" the hat cried out to the shushed crowd. Miranda jumped slightly, and had Jess not been there to hold onto, she would've fallen over completely.
* When the A's and B's had gone by, Jess's fear grew, they had gotten to the C's and it would only be a short time before her name was called out and she had to go into a house. She was afraid, she didn't want to be in another house than Miranda and it was freaking her out. She was afraid that she wouldn't get into a "good" house, like what if she got into Slytherine, and from what Oliver had said, she didn't want to.
"Rachel Curnow," McGonagall said. And a little girl with dead straight black hair, sat on the stool.
"RAVENCLAW" the hat yelled out over a short time.
"Jess Currie,"
The cheers from the houses died down, and the red-head made her way towards the hat. They had all been waiting for this, to see whose house she would be in, how the hat would judge her character, and thus where she would be placed accordingly.
She stepped up to the hat that was placed on the stool. "HELLLOOOOOO MR.HAT"
McGonagall removed the hat from the stool, so that she could sit down. She moved her hair out of her face, to reveal her Greeny-bluey eyes, that flashed with mischief, her face was long and slender, and she had a mole just about the right side of her mouth. She was quite pretty really, well compared to some of the girls there she was. The mouldy old hat was placed on her head, as everybody sat at the end of there seat waiting for the outcome.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, now let me see now, a voice said inside of her head, great talent in you, yes yes, I can see it. Powerful, very powerful, that's why you are here is it not ,there is courage, and compassion, and kindness, to some extent. But there is also darkness, I can see it, yes darkness, here, very mystical. The pieces are here but not complete. Where to put you, where to put you. Very tricky, could put you in Hufflepuff, no not there, Ravenclaw would be perfect for you knowledge, Gryfindor yes I can see you having a bright future there, you'd fit right in, but no, not to be placed there either I see. Then it must be . . .
"Slytherin" the hat cried out.
Everybody gasped. Nobody liked anyone from Slytherine, pure bloods only ever got in there, and they had heard that she Muggle-born. Jess's face was contorted in shock, she rose, with no emotion on her catatonic face. Ignoring the whispers that followed her she made her way over to the table, where the Slytherin's sat, she walked to the end of the table. She sat and stared straight in-front of her. Everybody at the Syltherin table was giving her the evils and whispering to each other, and she distinctly heard the word mud-blood, several times. Then she did something that no one expected, she slowly lifted her arm up so that it was perpendicular with her torso, balled her hand into a fist, and raised the middle finger to all that sat at the Slytherin table, yes, yes, that's right she gave them all the finger.
Everybody else laughed at this, but Jess did not move, at all. As Professor McGonagall went through the rest of the C's, D's and E's through I's, she slowly started to snap out of the trance she was in.
"Miranda Johnson" McGonagall called out, she smiled sweetly at her as she sat on the stool. She too moved her hair out of her face, so that the hat wouldn"t ruin it. Her face was rounded and sweet. She had a cute little nose, and the most amazingly blue eyes, they were icy and crystiline. The school did what they had down before as the hat as placed carefully on her head.
Ahhh I have been waiting for you, you're 2nd piece to this puzzle.The pieces are here but not complete. The low, semi raspy voice said in her head Now where to put you. You have power, yes a lot of power, just like your counter part yes both equally powerful. But your soul is old, yes, my my a very old soul I see here, a soul however stained with something, something mystical has been with your soul, and with you it seems. It's all in your head your caring, your understanding, your loyalty to your friend, however darkness resides in you, oh my yes, darkness, . No need to be afraid of me. How about Ravenclaw, there is knowledge here yes, yes you'd be good there. But no, not there it seems, Gryfindor would be perfect for you, it seems that there is no choice but to place you in . .
"Slytherin," the hat yelled out, no-one cheered as they had done for everybody eles, excluding Jess. Miranda too sat there in shock. She didn't move, until Professor McGonagall tapped her on her shoulder. The rest of the school was silent, they had lost two new girls to Slytherin. She turned around and looked at Oliver, tears in her eyes, she really wanted to get into Gryfindor, after what he was boasting about. He didn't look at her, he too it seemed was in shock and was looking at his plate. Then from somewhere far off she heard it, the begging of the slow clap. CLAP . . . . .CLAP . . . . CLAP . . .CLAP. . .CLAP. . .CLAP. She stood up and looked around for it's source, and then it appeared.
Jess stood up on her chair and began clapping slowly and then getting faster and faster. Miranda turned bright red. Bloody Jess she thought rolling her eyes and making her way quickly to where Jess was standing up. She grabbed her arm and forced her to sit down, Jess however did not stop clapping until Miranda had to grab her hands and hold them shut.
"Proceed" Miranda called out to McGonagall who was giving them the eyes of shame.