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A/N: Jade: It's all about me!!!!!! Masterharper: No it's not. Jade: Yes it is...see here. The girl with the odd look in her eyes strode up to the- Masterharper: Stop. You'll give it all away. Jade: Then let the loverly people get on to reading our loverly story! Masterharper: Loverly?
Puck's Children
Chapter 2:
The Sorting
The Sorting Hat finished its song with the usual applause at the end. Professor McGonagall took her accustomed position next to the hat with a long roll of parchment.
Addressing the first years, which were all in various states of nervousness, she said, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." With a pause, she opened the scroll and spoke the first name, "Armstrong, Kyle."
The boy who had been shivering before and now looked as if he were convulsing stepped forward and sat on the stool. The hat seemed to try to keep from falling off his head. After it had sat on for a minute, it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" The table on the far left clapped, a little less enthusiastic then usual because they could see him shaking even in the back. Out of the corner of the Professor's eye she saw Professor Snape, head of Slytherin, smile and do a small clap of his own. She saw in his eyes that plans were already forming about how to eat the kid alive. All McGonagall was thinking was how unfair it was that her house would have both Mr. Armstrong and Mr. Longbottom in it.
She read the names one by one. "Dagmar, Gilda," the girl with the perfect hair, became the first Slytherin. The two twins, "Ellis, Norina," and "Ellis, Norwood," became Gryffindors. The still mud covered boy stepped forward at, "Longfellow, Allen." The hat barely touched his head when it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" After he trotted off to off to the table and plop down next to Mr. Armstrong, McGonagall grimaced while she tried to clean some of the mud off the hat. She saw Snape doing his little victory celebration again. Whispering to the hat she asked, "Could you give me a worse group of students?" She thought she saw the hat smile.
"MacGregor, Morgan." The girl with the odd look in her eyes strode up to the hat purposely, not showing a bit of nervousness. Perhaps a Gryffindor, McGonagall mused. After brushing a little more of the mud off the hat she placed it on her head. While the hat decided McGonagall turned to her own thoughts. So MacGregor was her name. There was a boy in his fifth year, Patricio MacGregor, who was quite possibly the best at Transfiguration in his year, almost rivaling Ms. Granger in ability. She had heard the other teachers talk of him, but they talked about every student. Then again, Professor Flitwick often bragged about his abilities in charms, also comparing him to Granger. McGonagall thought he was a bit bias, the boy was in Ravenclaw, but she had checked, in his year only young Miss Weasley rivaled his test scores in charms and in a few other classes as well. His overall scores were just a little above average though. He, like Miss Weasley, would have been the best in his year if he put more effort into the homework. But the girl looked nothing like him. While they both had brown hair, hers was a light brown, while his was almost black. Their bone and facial structure were very different, only enough to show a hint of relation. His skin was a pale white while hers had a slight tan to it. Their eyes shared a brown tint, but hers were mostly green while his where mostly blue. The eyes. Then the memory hit her. Before the ceremony five years ago she had seen the same look that was in her eyes in his. She had been worried then as well, for she had seen a similar look in Miss Weasley and troublemakers always came in groups. But the look had gone away as young Mr. MacGregor had matured. She remembered he had only gotten a detention once, McGonagall remembered everyone's detention records. However, McGonagall's fears were coming back; if the girl was sorted into Ravenclaw she and her brother could cause trouble. Speaking of the girl getting sorted...
The hat remained on her head, not moving. It had been sitting there for a long time while the Professor had been lost in thought. The other students where starting to murmur to one another. Of course, McGonagall remembered that her brother had taken an unusually long time as well to be sorted, but surely he had not taken this long. She looked over at the head table and saw Professor Dumbledore with an interested expression on his face as if the girl had just put the hat on. Professor Snape was scowling at being forced to wait. Professor Flitwick removed his watch from his robes and looked at it. Looking at McGonagall he held up four short fingers to show that four minutes had past. McGonagall had heard that the record was just short of ten minutes but that had happened before she began teaching. A thought crossed her mind. Among first years she remembered, the greatest fear during the ceremony was that the hat would not say anything and a teacher would come up take the hat and say there was a mistake and that they were not supposed to be here. She had never heard of that happening but anything was possible. She would be the one to tell this student there was a mistake made, but how would she tell that to this little girl. McGonagall continued to ponder this as the hat stayed motionless. As the wait approached five minutes the hat's rip opened wide. "SLYTHERIN!"
*
Patrick joined the loud clapping from the Slytherin table. Most of the other Ravenclaws didn't mind, they assumed from the last name that the two were related; sometimes it helped to be in the house known for their intelligence. A few other non-Slytherins joined in, thankful to have the long wait over and the ceremony proceeding smoothly.
The list went on. A rather regal looking boy, "Tudor, Vladimir," became a Slytherin and got the loudest clapping yet. At the last name, "Yair, Temira," a very tall girl step forward and ended the Sorting with "RAVENCLAW!" Patrick clapped hard with the rest of the house while she found a seat. McGonagall took the stool and hat away and Headmaster Dumbledore rose to his feet.
"Welcome! Another year has begun at Hogwarts, and I for one am looking forward to seeing all your young faces yearning to be taught." This drew a few laughs from around the room with more than one teacher rolling their eyes. "Before we begin the start of term feast I have a request. If you see the blueberry tart please pass it to me. Thank you!"
As soon as he sat down the food appeared at the tables. Patrick and Zack dug into the food along with the other students.
After stuffing his face with a drumstick Zack glanced at the Slytherin table. "So that's your sister."
"So my parents tell me," replied Patrick with a hint of regret. This drew a look from Zack who soon started choking on a piece of chicken he had forgotten to chew.
After a bit more eating Zack looked at Morgan again. "Funny, she doesn't look a thing like you. What kind of name is Morgan anyway? It's a guy's name, right?"
"It's both a guy and girl name, moron. But she doesn't like to be called that. She prefers Fay. And we get that 'we don't look alike thing' all the time. Pass the potatoes."
The conversation turned to other things, until Luna Lovegood sat down across from Patrick. She stuck a fork into a pudding that was sitting on Zack's plate, put it in her mouth, and shook her head. Zack looked at her is incomprehension. Beside him Patrick was shaking in silent laughter. Luna hadn't changed much during the summer. She still had her straggly blond hair, which had her wand sticking out of it, her protuberant eyes, and odd taste in jewelry, currently a necklace with a blue radish on it. She piled her plate with food, some of it coming from her neighbors, and proceeded to stare at Patrick almost unblinking. If it were anyone else, it would have been a sign of infatuation, but this was typical Luna behavior, and she was staring at him because he was across from her.
"Hello Luna. How was your summer?" Patrick asked with a small grin, used to Luna's strangeness.
"Fine," Luna said in her typical dreamily, vague way. "My Dad and I went to Sweden on an expedition to catch the Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
"Did you catch anything?" Zack asked mockingly. Patrick elbowed him while Luna fixed her stare on him, as if she had not seen him there before.
She apparently mistook his question for interest and answered, "No, but something was definitely eating the bait we left out, but the traps didn't work. We also found other evidence like tracks and droppings." Zack tried to stifle his laughter but did not succeed. Luna, oblivious to this, returned her stare to Patrick and changed the conversation abruptly as only Luna could. "The group I was sitting with told me that the food was better at this end of the table. It isn't, I tried, so I must tell them tonight they were mistaken." She then turned her attention to her food, ending the conversation. That explained her earlier actions, Patrick thought. Luna was often the object of jokes and pranks by her schoolmates. The other girls in their year were particularly vicious; stealing her things was one of their running gags. Luna, to her credit, didn't seem to mind. Although whether or not she realized what was meant by it was up for debate.
The feast went on with the usual eating and talking until Patrick noticed his sister, Fay, try to catch his eye. He nodded congratulations and raised his goblet in salute. Luna noticed the gestured and turned in her seat to see Fay return it. "Is that your sister?" she asked vaguely.
"Yeah. Her name's Fay," Patrick answered.
"As in Morgan le Fay?" Patrick nodded.
"I can see the resemblance, especially around the eyes." With that she returned to her eating, leaving two of her classmates looking at her is amazement. Zack stared amazed at how loony she was. Patrick stared because she was the first person outside the family to see it.
*********
The next morning at breakfast the first years straggled into the Great Hall in groups, not daring to risk being lost alone on their first day. Except Fay, Patrick noticed. She came in alone, confident she knew the way.
Breakfast went on as normal until shortly after the schedules were handed out. At that point Fay took out a piece of paper from her bag and started to write on it with her wand like a pencil. Her neighbors noticed that the wand didn't seem to write anything and thought it strange. After writing a few sentences of nothing she tapped the paper three times. The paper folded itself into what seemed to be a paper airplane and with that she picked it up and threw it across the room.
Almost all the students stared as the paper airplane flew over the Hufflepuff table and headed for the Ravenclaw table. Paper airplanes were rare at Hogwarts and some students thought some one was going to get into trouble. Luckily Snape was the closest teacher and just watched the plane go by. He would never cause a Slytherin to get in trouble, not even a new one. It descended and landed in the Patrick outstretched hand. Tapping the airplane three times with his wand, it unfolded and he set it besides his plate to read. It read: First class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Meet after?
Zack looked over at Patrick while his friend read. After a bit he felt compelled to say something. "Patrick, there is nothing on the paper. Why are you staring at it? And tell your sister she can't just throw paper airplanes in the Great Hall, you don't want her first day to be spent in detention."
Patrick smiled and looked at him. "Maybe I do, it would be sweet revenge for a couple of things." He chuckled. "Don't worry, we won't get detention for it. I checked the rules before I made the thing. As long as it's not during class teachers can't stop any form of communication between students, except public displays of affection, and if it doesn't bother anyone." Zack gave him a confused look. "The paper is actually a letter on a piece of paper I've bewitched so only people related to me can see, like my sister."
Zack seemed to be impressed but then his eyes went wide. "Patrick, you did magic over the summer. You had too to make that. You can get expelled for that!"
Patrick waved his hand dismissively. "Of course I didn't do it over the summer."
"Then when did you do it?"
"On the train while I was mad at you for getting the badge." A Gryffindor prefect sitting down next to Zack interrupted further conversation.
"Hi Patrick, hi Zack." Zack suddenly stood ramrod strait and stared at the speaker. Patrick saw this and shook his head.
"Hi Ginny. Have a good summer?" Patrick had been a friend with Ginny Weasley since first year. Because both of them had not made friends right away, Professor Sprout had paired them up together in Herbology, an arrangement that remained.
Ginny gave Zack a strange look while she waited for him to respond. Zack just stared and gaped so she turned her attention to Patrick. "It was fine. Look, I'm over here to warn you. Hermione Granger saw the plane and she is a little upset about it. Do it again and she'll be over here to scold you."
"You can tell her it is not against the rules, yes I checked, so she can't stop me or Fay." To clarify he pointed across the hall to Fay. "My sister."
Ginny looked over at the Slytherin table. "So that is your sister." She had apparently guessed last night during the Sorting but hadn't been sure. "She doesn't look a thing like you. Sorry she's in Slytherin though. Doesn't she know they turn out Dark Wizards?"
"Knowing her, she might be their Dark Queen by now." Both he and Ginny laughed while Zack continued to stare. Ginny looked around Zack at the piece of paper.
"Bewitched?" Patrick nodded. "Well, try not to make Hermione too angry. She's not very nice when she's angry." Ginny glanced once more at Fay. "Is she as quiet as you usually are?"
Patrick smiled. "Not a chance." Ginny laughed and walked back to her table.
After she left, Zack continued to stare where she had been. Finally he spat out, "Hi," then put his head down and started to hit it on the table. Patrick patted him supportively on the back for a bit then pulled out his wand and began to write on the paper. He wrote: Sure, meet you in courtyard. He tapped the paper three times and it folded itself. It was soon flying across the room.
Snape, however was still the closest teacher, he was explaining what a schedule was to Goyle. He had no qualms about getting a Ravenclaw in trouble. So as the entire school watched he raised his wand and said "Accio." The plane headed right toward him and he stretched out his hand to grab it. Suddenly, however, the plane sped up and hurtled toward Snape at high speed. It struck him right between his eyes with enough force to cause him to stumble backward into a confused Goyle. After striking Snape the plane corrected course and headed right for Fay. No one ever tried to intercept one of their planes again.
A/N: Jade: It's all about me!!!!!! Masterharper: No it's not. Jade: Yes it is...see here. The girl with the odd look in her eyes strode up to the- Masterharper: Stop. You'll give it all away. Jade: Then let the loverly people get on to reading our loverly story! Masterharper: Loverly?
Puck's Children
Chapter 2:
The Sorting
The Sorting Hat finished its song with the usual applause at the end. Professor McGonagall took her accustomed position next to the hat with a long roll of parchment.
Addressing the first years, which were all in various states of nervousness, she said, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." With a pause, she opened the scroll and spoke the first name, "Armstrong, Kyle."
The boy who had been shivering before and now looked as if he were convulsing stepped forward and sat on the stool. The hat seemed to try to keep from falling off his head. After it had sat on for a minute, it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" The table on the far left clapped, a little less enthusiastic then usual because they could see him shaking even in the back. Out of the corner of the Professor's eye she saw Professor Snape, head of Slytherin, smile and do a small clap of his own. She saw in his eyes that plans were already forming about how to eat the kid alive. All McGonagall was thinking was how unfair it was that her house would have both Mr. Armstrong and Mr. Longbottom in it.
She read the names one by one. "Dagmar, Gilda," the girl with the perfect hair, became the first Slytherin. The two twins, "Ellis, Norina," and "Ellis, Norwood," became Gryffindors. The still mud covered boy stepped forward at, "Longfellow, Allen." The hat barely touched his head when it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" After he trotted off to off to the table and plop down next to Mr. Armstrong, McGonagall grimaced while she tried to clean some of the mud off the hat. She saw Snape doing his little victory celebration again. Whispering to the hat she asked, "Could you give me a worse group of students?" She thought she saw the hat smile.
"MacGregor, Morgan." The girl with the odd look in her eyes strode up to the hat purposely, not showing a bit of nervousness. Perhaps a Gryffindor, McGonagall mused. After brushing a little more of the mud off the hat she placed it on her head. While the hat decided McGonagall turned to her own thoughts. So MacGregor was her name. There was a boy in his fifth year, Patricio MacGregor, who was quite possibly the best at Transfiguration in his year, almost rivaling Ms. Granger in ability. She had heard the other teachers talk of him, but they talked about every student. Then again, Professor Flitwick often bragged about his abilities in charms, also comparing him to Granger. McGonagall thought he was a bit bias, the boy was in Ravenclaw, but she had checked, in his year only young Miss Weasley rivaled his test scores in charms and in a few other classes as well. His overall scores were just a little above average though. He, like Miss Weasley, would have been the best in his year if he put more effort into the homework. But the girl looked nothing like him. While they both had brown hair, hers was a light brown, while his was almost black. Their bone and facial structure were very different, only enough to show a hint of relation. His skin was a pale white while hers had a slight tan to it. Their eyes shared a brown tint, but hers were mostly green while his where mostly blue. The eyes. Then the memory hit her. Before the ceremony five years ago she had seen the same look that was in her eyes in his. She had been worried then as well, for she had seen a similar look in Miss Weasley and troublemakers always came in groups. But the look had gone away as young Mr. MacGregor had matured. She remembered he had only gotten a detention once, McGonagall remembered everyone's detention records. However, McGonagall's fears were coming back; if the girl was sorted into Ravenclaw she and her brother could cause trouble. Speaking of the girl getting sorted...
The hat remained on her head, not moving. It had been sitting there for a long time while the Professor had been lost in thought. The other students where starting to murmur to one another. Of course, McGonagall remembered that her brother had taken an unusually long time as well to be sorted, but surely he had not taken this long. She looked over at the head table and saw Professor Dumbledore with an interested expression on his face as if the girl had just put the hat on. Professor Snape was scowling at being forced to wait. Professor Flitwick removed his watch from his robes and looked at it. Looking at McGonagall he held up four short fingers to show that four minutes had past. McGonagall had heard that the record was just short of ten minutes but that had happened before she began teaching. A thought crossed her mind. Among first years she remembered, the greatest fear during the ceremony was that the hat would not say anything and a teacher would come up take the hat and say there was a mistake and that they were not supposed to be here. She had never heard of that happening but anything was possible. She would be the one to tell this student there was a mistake made, but how would she tell that to this little girl. McGonagall continued to ponder this as the hat stayed motionless. As the wait approached five minutes the hat's rip opened wide. "SLYTHERIN!"
*
Patrick joined the loud clapping from the Slytherin table. Most of the other Ravenclaws didn't mind, they assumed from the last name that the two were related; sometimes it helped to be in the house known for their intelligence. A few other non-Slytherins joined in, thankful to have the long wait over and the ceremony proceeding smoothly.
The list went on. A rather regal looking boy, "Tudor, Vladimir," became a Slytherin and got the loudest clapping yet. At the last name, "Yair, Temira," a very tall girl step forward and ended the Sorting with "RAVENCLAW!" Patrick clapped hard with the rest of the house while she found a seat. McGonagall took the stool and hat away and Headmaster Dumbledore rose to his feet.
"Welcome! Another year has begun at Hogwarts, and I for one am looking forward to seeing all your young faces yearning to be taught." This drew a few laughs from around the room with more than one teacher rolling their eyes. "Before we begin the start of term feast I have a request. If you see the blueberry tart please pass it to me. Thank you!"
As soon as he sat down the food appeared at the tables. Patrick and Zack dug into the food along with the other students.
After stuffing his face with a drumstick Zack glanced at the Slytherin table. "So that's your sister."
"So my parents tell me," replied Patrick with a hint of regret. This drew a look from Zack who soon started choking on a piece of chicken he had forgotten to chew.
After a bit more eating Zack looked at Morgan again. "Funny, she doesn't look a thing like you. What kind of name is Morgan anyway? It's a guy's name, right?"
"It's both a guy and girl name, moron. But she doesn't like to be called that. She prefers Fay. And we get that 'we don't look alike thing' all the time. Pass the potatoes."
The conversation turned to other things, until Luna Lovegood sat down across from Patrick. She stuck a fork into a pudding that was sitting on Zack's plate, put it in her mouth, and shook her head. Zack looked at her is incomprehension. Beside him Patrick was shaking in silent laughter. Luna hadn't changed much during the summer. She still had her straggly blond hair, which had her wand sticking out of it, her protuberant eyes, and odd taste in jewelry, currently a necklace with a blue radish on it. She piled her plate with food, some of it coming from her neighbors, and proceeded to stare at Patrick almost unblinking. If it were anyone else, it would have been a sign of infatuation, but this was typical Luna behavior, and she was staring at him because he was across from her.
"Hello Luna. How was your summer?" Patrick asked with a small grin, used to Luna's strangeness.
"Fine," Luna said in her typical dreamily, vague way. "My Dad and I went to Sweden on an expedition to catch the Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
"Did you catch anything?" Zack asked mockingly. Patrick elbowed him while Luna fixed her stare on him, as if she had not seen him there before.
She apparently mistook his question for interest and answered, "No, but something was definitely eating the bait we left out, but the traps didn't work. We also found other evidence like tracks and droppings." Zack tried to stifle his laughter but did not succeed. Luna, oblivious to this, returned her stare to Patrick and changed the conversation abruptly as only Luna could. "The group I was sitting with told me that the food was better at this end of the table. It isn't, I tried, so I must tell them tonight they were mistaken." She then turned her attention to her food, ending the conversation. That explained her earlier actions, Patrick thought. Luna was often the object of jokes and pranks by her schoolmates. The other girls in their year were particularly vicious; stealing her things was one of their running gags. Luna, to her credit, didn't seem to mind. Although whether or not she realized what was meant by it was up for debate.
The feast went on with the usual eating and talking until Patrick noticed his sister, Fay, try to catch his eye. He nodded congratulations and raised his goblet in salute. Luna noticed the gestured and turned in her seat to see Fay return it. "Is that your sister?" she asked vaguely.
"Yeah. Her name's Fay," Patrick answered.
"As in Morgan le Fay?" Patrick nodded.
"I can see the resemblance, especially around the eyes." With that she returned to her eating, leaving two of her classmates looking at her is amazement. Zack stared amazed at how loony she was. Patrick stared because she was the first person outside the family to see it.
*********
The next morning at breakfast the first years straggled into the Great Hall in groups, not daring to risk being lost alone on their first day. Except Fay, Patrick noticed. She came in alone, confident she knew the way.
Breakfast went on as normal until shortly after the schedules were handed out. At that point Fay took out a piece of paper from her bag and started to write on it with her wand like a pencil. Her neighbors noticed that the wand didn't seem to write anything and thought it strange. After writing a few sentences of nothing she tapped the paper three times. The paper folded itself into what seemed to be a paper airplane and with that she picked it up and threw it across the room.
Almost all the students stared as the paper airplane flew over the Hufflepuff table and headed for the Ravenclaw table. Paper airplanes were rare at Hogwarts and some students thought some one was going to get into trouble. Luckily Snape was the closest teacher and just watched the plane go by. He would never cause a Slytherin to get in trouble, not even a new one. It descended and landed in the Patrick outstretched hand. Tapping the airplane three times with his wand, it unfolded and he set it besides his plate to read. It read: First class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Meet after?
Zack looked over at Patrick while his friend read. After a bit he felt compelled to say something. "Patrick, there is nothing on the paper. Why are you staring at it? And tell your sister she can't just throw paper airplanes in the Great Hall, you don't want her first day to be spent in detention."
Patrick smiled and looked at him. "Maybe I do, it would be sweet revenge for a couple of things." He chuckled. "Don't worry, we won't get detention for it. I checked the rules before I made the thing. As long as it's not during class teachers can't stop any form of communication between students, except public displays of affection, and if it doesn't bother anyone." Zack gave him a confused look. "The paper is actually a letter on a piece of paper I've bewitched so only people related to me can see, like my sister."
Zack seemed to be impressed but then his eyes went wide. "Patrick, you did magic over the summer. You had too to make that. You can get expelled for that!"
Patrick waved his hand dismissively. "Of course I didn't do it over the summer."
"Then when did you do it?"
"On the train while I was mad at you for getting the badge." A Gryffindor prefect sitting down next to Zack interrupted further conversation.
"Hi Patrick, hi Zack." Zack suddenly stood ramrod strait and stared at the speaker. Patrick saw this and shook his head.
"Hi Ginny. Have a good summer?" Patrick had been a friend with Ginny Weasley since first year. Because both of them had not made friends right away, Professor Sprout had paired them up together in Herbology, an arrangement that remained.
Ginny gave Zack a strange look while she waited for him to respond. Zack just stared and gaped so she turned her attention to Patrick. "It was fine. Look, I'm over here to warn you. Hermione Granger saw the plane and she is a little upset about it. Do it again and she'll be over here to scold you."
"You can tell her it is not against the rules, yes I checked, so she can't stop me or Fay." To clarify he pointed across the hall to Fay. "My sister."
Ginny looked over at the Slytherin table. "So that is your sister." She had apparently guessed last night during the Sorting but hadn't been sure. "She doesn't look a thing like you. Sorry she's in Slytherin though. Doesn't she know they turn out Dark Wizards?"
"Knowing her, she might be their Dark Queen by now." Both he and Ginny laughed while Zack continued to stare. Ginny looked around Zack at the piece of paper.
"Bewitched?" Patrick nodded. "Well, try not to make Hermione too angry. She's not very nice when she's angry." Ginny glanced once more at Fay. "Is she as quiet as you usually are?"
Patrick smiled. "Not a chance." Ginny laughed and walked back to her table.
After she left, Zack continued to stare where she had been. Finally he spat out, "Hi," then put his head down and started to hit it on the table. Patrick patted him supportively on the back for a bit then pulled out his wand and began to write on the paper. He wrote: Sure, meet you in courtyard. He tapped the paper three times and it folded itself. It was soon flying across the room.
Snape, however was still the closest teacher, he was explaining what a schedule was to Goyle. He had no qualms about getting a Ravenclaw in trouble. So as the entire school watched he raised his wand and said "Accio." The plane headed right toward him and he stretched out his hand to grab it. Suddenly, however, the plane sped up and hurtled toward Snape at high speed. It struck him right between his eyes with enough force to cause him to stumble backward into a confused Goyle. After striking Snape the plane corrected course and headed right for Fay. No one ever tried to intercept one of their planes again.
