Chapter Four: The Sorting
As Professor McGonnagall lead her and the other first years into the hall, all the older kids turned and stared at them, as Harry said they would. Then they all gathered around where Professor McGonnagall was standing and waited for her to speak. She told them how they were going to be called by name to sit on a stool and have a raggedy old hat placed on their heads. This hat would tell everyone which house that person would be in. Then, the professor began to call out the names.
She would call out "Lindsey Wagner"
The hat would said "Hufflepuff"
"Jake Gonzalez"
"Slytherin"
The list seemed to go on and on in no particular order. Then the Professor called out the name Sabrina Spellman.
The small girl that was in a similar age predicament as Jo began to walk forward. You know how if you look at someone, sometimes, he or she will look like they would be a smart person? Well, that's what this girl looked like to Jo. She sat down, and Jo tried to look her straight in the eyes, but Sabrina kept looking away. Despite this, Jo could see the intelligent look lingering in her darting eyes and on her face. The hat sat on her head. It seemed to be concentrating on where to put her. She just sat there, finally selecting her shoes as the choice place to rest her eyes on. Jo noticed that her shoes looked real old and raggedy. Then the hat said.
"Well, well, well. Where should you go? Hmmmm. You have bravery, but you also have quite the brains." The girl looked up at this remark, as if she didn't understand why the hat had said this. "But where do I put you. Hmmm." There was a little silence, and then "I suppose you would make a good.Um.Ravenclaw!" The girl stood up, a bright smile on her face. She looked happy to finally be able to sit at the house tables. Jo was still looking at her when,
"Josephine Potter!"
"Um, excuse me, it's Jo. Just Jo. Not Josephine. Just Jo. That's it. Jo."
Jo looked up; the Great Hall fell silent at her comment. She turned around to look at her brother. He was staring at her. He looked like he really wanted her to go and see what house she was to stay in and with that, 'you don't talk to a professor like that' look. He kind of nodded to show her that he was watching. Jo slowly, and now silently, walked up the short steps and sat on the stool. As the hat was placed on her head and began mumbling to itself what house to put her in, Jo looked around at all the kids. She thought she saw the boy that pushed her on the train. She looked at the side of the room and saw a boy, with slicked back blond hair and a sneer on his face. He kind of glared at Jo as she sat there. Then the hat spoke.
"Well, you would make fine Gryffindor material, but you would also make a fine Slytherin. Where to put you.where to put you. What do you think? " Jo didn't know, how was she to know. She just sat there. "Don't know, well, let's see. I think you should be put in.Um.put in.Uh.I know! Slytherin!!" Jo stood up as the hat was lifted off her head and walked to the Slytherin table. She sat down next to a couple of other first years and glanced over at Harry. He looked kind of.troubled, and confused. Then he shot an angry look over to the blond haired boy and mouthed "You better be nice Malfoy, or I will get you!"
As Professor McGonnagall lead her and the other first years into the hall, all the older kids turned and stared at them, as Harry said they would. Then they all gathered around where Professor McGonnagall was standing and waited for her to speak. She told them how they were going to be called by name to sit on a stool and have a raggedy old hat placed on their heads. This hat would tell everyone which house that person would be in. Then, the professor began to call out the names.
She would call out "Lindsey Wagner"
The hat would said "Hufflepuff"
"Jake Gonzalez"
"Slytherin"
The list seemed to go on and on in no particular order. Then the Professor called out the name Sabrina Spellman.
The small girl that was in a similar age predicament as Jo began to walk forward. You know how if you look at someone, sometimes, he or she will look like they would be a smart person? Well, that's what this girl looked like to Jo. She sat down, and Jo tried to look her straight in the eyes, but Sabrina kept looking away. Despite this, Jo could see the intelligent look lingering in her darting eyes and on her face. The hat sat on her head. It seemed to be concentrating on where to put her. She just sat there, finally selecting her shoes as the choice place to rest her eyes on. Jo noticed that her shoes looked real old and raggedy. Then the hat said.
"Well, well, well. Where should you go? Hmmmm. You have bravery, but you also have quite the brains." The girl looked up at this remark, as if she didn't understand why the hat had said this. "But where do I put you. Hmmm." There was a little silence, and then "I suppose you would make a good.Um.Ravenclaw!" The girl stood up, a bright smile on her face. She looked happy to finally be able to sit at the house tables. Jo was still looking at her when,
"Josephine Potter!"
"Um, excuse me, it's Jo. Just Jo. Not Josephine. Just Jo. That's it. Jo."
Jo looked up; the Great Hall fell silent at her comment. She turned around to look at her brother. He was staring at her. He looked like he really wanted her to go and see what house she was to stay in and with that, 'you don't talk to a professor like that' look. He kind of nodded to show her that he was watching. Jo slowly, and now silently, walked up the short steps and sat on the stool. As the hat was placed on her head and began mumbling to itself what house to put her in, Jo looked around at all the kids. She thought she saw the boy that pushed her on the train. She looked at the side of the room and saw a boy, with slicked back blond hair and a sneer on his face. He kind of glared at Jo as she sat there. Then the hat spoke.
"Well, you would make fine Gryffindor material, but you would also make a fine Slytherin. Where to put you.where to put you. What do you think? " Jo didn't know, how was she to know. She just sat there. "Don't know, well, let's see. I think you should be put in.Um.put in.Uh.I know! Slytherin!!" Jo stood up as the hat was lifted off her head and walked to the Slytherin table. She sat down next to a couple of other first years and glanced over at Harry. He looked kind of.troubled, and confused. Then he shot an angry look over to the blond haired boy and mouthed "You better be nice Malfoy, or I will get you!"