Chapter 2: Sorting

The train stopped.

"Oh great, we're here!" said Hermione.

"Goody-noody!" said Anya. "Heehee! It's my favorite expression, don't you think it's cute?" she winked.

"Oh, of course, very cute indeed." Said Ron.

They all walked out of the train.

After a long walk, they were all in the great hall. (A/N: notice how I skipped the details? Typical.)

"This year there will be a new student. She comes from America. She will be the first to be sorted." Said Dumbledore.

"That's not fucking fair. Why does the new bitch get all the attention, we're newer to this than she is!" said a first year.

"I agree." Said her friend. They both glared at the stupid new girl.

"Miss Anya Annabella Krystienne Lucille Amakinna Yssabel Girondella, can you please come up?" said McGonagall.

Anya stood up.

"AHEM. It's AH-n-EE-ah Ah-NUH-bell-UH KR-IH-S-TEE-EN LOO-SEEL AH-MAH-KEE- NUH IH-sa-bell-UH JI-roh-n-DELL-uh! Please pronounce my name right!" she said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

"Oh, forgive me." Said McGonagall, "I'm very sorry, miss Girondella."

"What a sweet and pretty girl." Thought most of the people.

Anya walked up and sat on the stool. She confidently put the hat on her precious head.

"Aaah. I see intelligence, confidence, honesty, but you're very brave! Very hard indeed, you have the virtues of every house! But you need to be sorted, so I will put you in. GRYFFINDOR!" the hat said.

Everybody clapped, even the slytherins, because they were hypnotized by her radiance.

She walked to the Gryffindor table like if it were a catwalk. She sat in between Harry and Ron.

"Hey boys." she said. They greeted her.

Then a few first years started to be sorted.

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Author's note: This chapter was different from the first one. In this one, she's not loved by all. I hope the first years are smart and kill the oh-so- loved snobby bitch that nobody could actually care about. Also, this chapter was pretty short, but who cares. That's all, buh-bye.

~Nat