A/N: Hi- Sorry for not updating lately, but I filled in the gap with two
other stories for your reading entertainment. They are "Adventures of the
Manga Morons," which is being written by my friend Nicole and I. Completely
ridiculous; fun for us to write.
The other is a one-shot, called "The Sun in Your Eyes," which is a story about what happened after Ron has been killed(The horror!!), and how Hermione reacts to it. Told in Ron's POV, and Harry pops in there for a brief minute or two, just to clear up Jaclyn's confusion. Oh... I love Ron... he's my absolute favorite. I wonder why I killed him, anyway... HERMIONE AND RON FOREVER!! Hee-hee... couldn't resist...
I've also taken the "Tragedy" genre away. I don't want to mislead anyone just yet. The things I'm planning won't be happening for a while, anyway.
Enjoy!
*For future reference, this is no longer a Mary-Sue. When I first began writing this, I had no idea what that meant. Now I do.
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Chapter 13: The Sorting
"Where have you been? I was waiting for you by the train for the longest time!" Katherine demanded.
"I... I searched through a couple of compartments for you, but when I couldn't find you, I sat somewhere else..." Charlotte said quietly.
"Yeah. She came and sat with me," Luc interrupted.
"And who are you?" Katherine challenged, staring at him.
"Luc Carter. You?"
"Katherine Varady. Well, I hope you two got along alright," she sighed.
"Sorry, but I just couldn't find you... I got nervous. Some girls laughed at me when I tried asking for help, and I nearly cried. And that's when I found Luc," Charlotte explained.
"It's okay," Katherine reassured, "But I almost forgot... I've got something for you."
"Really? You didn't have to do that..." Charlotte answered, tugging at her robes. It was getting really cold outside.
"It was no big deal. I saw something I thought you might want to try," Katherine said, digging in her pocket.
"I saw it on the trolley," she explained, holding something in her hands. She placed it in Charlotte's and smiled.
Charlotte looked at the small wrapped item. "Candy?" she asked. Then she read the label aloud, which said, "Drooble's Best Blowing Gum."
"Oh, lucky you! I can't have any of that," Luc said, flashing his braces. Funny, because Charlotte had not noticed them before.
"Thanks, Katherine. I'll try it out later," Charlotte said, placing the gum pack in her pocket. She and Katherine exchanged smiles, but quieted down as Hagrid called all of the first years over to him. When he was sure all of them had been accounted for, he led them over to an enormous black lake. What surprised Charlotte was, along with many other students, that hundreds of small boats were upon the water. As Hagrid called out that no more than four people could occupy a boat, kids scrambled to sit with their friends.
"Oh, look! There's an empty one over there!" Katherine exclaimed, pulling both Luc and Charlotte towards the water. As they sat down in the boat, another girl walked by. She paced back and forth; her eyes wandering from left to right. It appeared as though she was not having much luck with finding a place to sit. When she spotted the three in their own little boat, she walked over.
"Hi," she said, "Can I--"
"Sure!" Katherine interrupted.
The girl smiled brightly and sat beside Charlotte. She glanced briefly at all of them before finally introducing herself.
"By the way, my name's Kitt O'Malley. But my friends back home just call me Kitty." she said.
"Katherine Varady."
"Luc Carter."
"Charlotte Talon..." said Charlotte quietly. She was feeling a bit uncomfortable. You see, she was not the biggest fan of boats. She had always been afraid of what could possibly happen, even if it seemed impossible. The water looked very deep, too. What if they tipped over in the middle of the lake? What if she fell off the boat? Her mother had always teased her about this fear. Charlotte tended to overreact, she said.
"Charlotte, are you okay? You don't look too good," Luc said, intruding in her wall of thoughts.
"Yeah," She mumbled, "It's nothing. Don't worry about me."
"Alright," he responded, unsure. Katherine and Kitt were both eyeing Charlotte suspiciously.
"What's everyone looking at? I said it was nothing!" she snapped. After realizing how she had just reacted to their concern, she appologized. "Sorry... It's really just nothing, though. I'll feel better once we get off of the boat."
They shrugged it off and stayed quiet for a few minutes. During their silence, Kitt started braiding her hair, and Katherine stared out onto the water. Charlotte turned away, trying to do the opposite.
"Heads down!" Hagrid called as they crossed under a tunnel. Within moments, an enormous castle was in view. Hagrid instructed everyone to exit their boats accordingly, leading them to the large castle doors. As Charlotte got up from her seat, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be off of the water.
Hagrid knocked loudly on the door, and it opened hardly a moment later. A black-haired witch answered it, and Hagrid explained that he had brought the first years. She thanked him and sent him away. He passed by Charlotte and smiled. She returned the gesture, and followed the other soon- to-be students into the castle, led by the witch.
The castle, when inside, reminded Charlotte of a dungeon. The lighting was very similar, and the stone walls and floor contributed to this growing thought. Many staircases surrounded the hall, and she wondered how anyone could remember how to get anywhere in this place.
The witch, who came to be known as Professor McGonagall, began to explain some things that they would need to know for the year ahead. "Welcome," she started, "To Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. This is important because..."
Charlotte lost her concentration, and slipped into a reverie. She tugged at her red hair as she thought about what might happen during the year. She imagined that her friends back home would figure out the real reason as to why she had left, or worse, Deanna told them on purpose. Not to be offensive, Charlotte thought, but Deanna could never keep a secret for very long. But what if it was as serious as this? Suddenly, she was knocked out of her daydream by Luc, who poked her shoulder.
"Did you listen to any of that?" he asked, laughing.
"Huh? Oh, I guess not. But--" she started.
From across the hall, someone screamed. Through a wall just came about two-dozen ghosts; pearly white and almost ignoring the first years left in the large room. They chatted away, leaving the students, becoming excited about the sorting.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" One portly ghost called out before disappearing completely, "My old house, you know!"
As soon as they had left, Professor McGonagall came back. She had a stern look on her face, but smiled as she instructed the first years to follow her. The students arranged themselves in a single line and did as they were told.
The Great Hall was spectacular. Banners of many colors hung from the ceiling, which even looked like the night sky! And in the center of it all, there stood an old stool with an even older-looking hat resting on top of it.
Professor McGonagall walked over to the hat and picked it up. "This," she said, "Is the Sorting Hat. When I call your name, please come up and place it on your head."
"That's all we have to do? Fred told me we had to take a test!" Charlotte heard someone say.
At that moment, Professor McGonagall placed the hat back on its stool. The rip at the brim opened, resembling a mouth. This was its cue, and it began to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm 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 cap them all!
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You may belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors 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 folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid,
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands(though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!"
When the hat finished its song, the entire hall applauded loudly. Charlotte was impressed. Not only could this hat sing, but it could talk as well!
"Abott, Hannah!" Professor McGonagall called.
A girl ran over to the stool and plopped down, and fixed the hat on her head. She sat there for a few moments until the hat suddenly called out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
When all of the "A's" had finished, then came the "B's." "Boot, Terry" went into Ravenclaw and "Bulstrode, Millicent" was sent to Slytherin. From what Charlotte saw, she hoped that the hat would not place her there.
"Carter, Luc!" called Professor McGonagall.
"Good luck," Charlotte whispered as he made his way to the stool.
As he sat down, you could easily see that he was confident. When she noticed that, Charlotte suddenly became proud of Luc.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled.
Like they had before, the students at the Gryffindor table clapped, and Luc sat down in an empty chair.
Several more first years were called up, each being sorted into different houses. When Charlotte payed more attention to who went where, she saw the pale boy from Madam Malkin's be sorted into Slytherin. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and smirked at the Gryffindor table; proud of where he had been placed. It took hardly a second for the hat to sort him.
"O'Malley, Kitt!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Charlotte began to wonder where the hat would place her. She hoped again that it would not be Slytherin; they gave her a bad feeling. As Kitt flashed a smile(something she seemed to be good at), she ran over to the Gryffindor table. Charlotte watched as more and more people were called and sorted. She didn't expect the reactions of a lot of students when Harry Potter was sent up next.
"What? Did she say Potter?"
"Harry Potter?"
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"He's here?"
Charlotte groaned. Why on earth did so many people care about his last name? This was like an itch she couldn't help but scratch, so she turned to Katherine for relief.
"You really don't know?" she asked, bewildered, "You've got a lot to learn, Charlotte."
"So what's the big deal over his name? I met him, and he seemed perfectly normal to me." Charlotte wondered out loud.
"I'll tell you later," Katherine sighed, focusing on Harry. Charlotte shrugged and did the same. He sat there for quite some time before the hat made it's final decision.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted. Some students from the table chanted for their great "success"("We got Potter! We got Potter!"), and the Slytherins glared. Charlotte pondered about what house the hat might put her in again, when her name was called.
She walked over to the stool, nervous. She nearly tripped on her way up, and she hoped no one had noticed. Charlotte settled the hat over her eyes and sat.
"Hello, Charlotte," a voice said. Before she could protest, it went on, "It's only the hat. Not to worry. Just talk to me in thoughts."
"Oh, alright, then..." thought Charlotte, obediently.
"Where shall we place you?" the hat asked.
"Well, can I ask a favor?" Charlotte thought, "I'd rather not be in Slytherin, if that's okay..."
"I don't see why. Slytherin has produced many a fine witch or two."
"They just don't seem pleasant, though."
"Are you afraid?"
Charlotte could feel her face turning red. "No!" she thought, "I am not scared! Put me anywhere; I don't care!"
"Fancy a challenge, 'eh? That's a fine quality you have there, mind you. I think I may have a good place for you, after all."
"And where is that?"
"A good house for you would have to be..." the hat began, only this time not in her head. It became loud enough for the whole hall to hear, "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Thank you!" she thought before removing the hat and hopping off of the stool. She dashed towards the Gryffindor table, only unlike before... she actually did trip.
This was going to be a long year.
She got up immediately and brushed herself off, although she knew she was blushing like mad. She sat next to Luc; across from Kitty, and laughed at her accident.
"A bit of a klutz, are we, Charlotte?" he asked, chuckling with her.
"I guess I must be!" She responded, "Let's wait for Katherine, okay?"
They watched from their table, seeing other first years like themselves be sorted. Soon enough, Katherine's name was called.
When she had been announced, she walked up nonchalantly and placed the hat over her head. She was there for two minutes at most, until the hat called out that she belonged in Gryffindor as well.
She scuttled over next to Charlotte's other side, smiling. "I could have sworn the hat would put me in Hufflepuff! That's where my sister is," she said.
"You don't have to be in the same house, even if you are related. My cousin is in Ravenclaw," Luc explained.
One of the last kids to be sorted was a tall boy in glasses("Wheylan, Zachary"), who was sent to Ravenclaw. After the final student was called, Professor McGonagall took out her wand and waved it at the stool; it and what had remained on top of it disappeared.
She then announced, "Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words to all of you."
At that time, an elderly man with a very long beard stood up from his seat and cleared his throat. "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" he called out. Students all around burst into laughter. "Thank you all, and let the feast begin!"
In an instant, the golden plates on the tables were filled with food; it came out of nowhere! Charlotte looked on either side of her. Both Luc and Katherine were eating, so she figured she should as well.
Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, after all!
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A/N: Ugh! That took forever to type! Sorry I didn't post it right away. I want to thank you all for being so dedicated to "AWNW," and I hope I'll get chapter 14 done soon for your reading pleasure!
And I was wondering whether I should have placed Charlotte in Slytherin or not... that would have been a surprise! But my friends who have been reading this told me it would be awful if I did that... so Gryffy she goes!
Kitt is Nicole... Really, this story just has people popping out as my close friends. Funny how that works out, huh? Zachary Wheylan will eventually become somewhat of an important character, but I haven't decided yet. As his name states, he'll turn out like my friend Zack. I'm so pathetic! :)
The other is a one-shot, called "The Sun in Your Eyes," which is a story about what happened after Ron has been killed(The horror!!), and how Hermione reacts to it. Told in Ron's POV, and Harry pops in there for a brief minute or two, just to clear up Jaclyn's confusion. Oh... I love Ron... he's my absolute favorite. I wonder why I killed him, anyway... HERMIONE AND RON FOREVER!! Hee-hee... couldn't resist...
I've also taken the "Tragedy" genre away. I don't want to mislead anyone just yet. The things I'm planning won't be happening for a while, anyway.
Enjoy!
*For future reference, this is no longer a Mary-Sue. When I first began writing this, I had no idea what that meant. Now I do.
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Chapter 13: The Sorting
"Where have you been? I was waiting for you by the train for the longest time!" Katherine demanded.
"I... I searched through a couple of compartments for you, but when I couldn't find you, I sat somewhere else..." Charlotte said quietly.
"Yeah. She came and sat with me," Luc interrupted.
"And who are you?" Katherine challenged, staring at him.
"Luc Carter. You?"
"Katherine Varady. Well, I hope you two got along alright," she sighed.
"Sorry, but I just couldn't find you... I got nervous. Some girls laughed at me when I tried asking for help, and I nearly cried. And that's when I found Luc," Charlotte explained.
"It's okay," Katherine reassured, "But I almost forgot... I've got something for you."
"Really? You didn't have to do that..." Charlotte answered, tugging at her robes. It was getting really cold outside.
"It was no big deal. I saw something I thought you might want to try," Katherine said, digging in her pocket.
"I saw it on the trolley," she explained, holding something in her hands. She placed it in Charlotte's and smiled.
Charlotte looked at the small wrapped item. "Candy?" she asked. Then she read the label aloud, which said, "Drooble's Best Blowing Gum."
"Oh, lucky you! I can't have any of that," Luc said, flashing his braces. Funny, because Charlotte had not noticed them before.
"Thanks, Katherine. I'll try it out later," Charlotte said, placing the gum pack in her pocket. She and Katherine exchanged smiles, but quieted down as Hagrid called all of the first years over to him. When he was sure all of them had been accounted for, he led them over to an enormous black lake. What surprised Charlotte was, along with many other students, that hundreds of small boats were upon the water. As Hagrid called out that no more than four people could occupy a boat, kids scrambled to sit with their friends.
"Oh, look! There's an empty one over there!" Katherine exclaimed, pulling both Luc and Charlotte towards the water. As they sat down in the boat, another girl walked by. She paced back and forth; her eyes wandering from left to right. It appeared as though she was not having much luck with finding a place to sit. When she spotted the three in their own little boat, she walked over.
"Hi," she said, "Can I--"
"Sure!" Katherine interrupted.
The girl smiled brightly and sat beside Charlotte. She glanced briefly at all of them before finally introducing herself.
"By the way, my name's Kitt O'Malley. But my friends back home just call me Kitty." she said.
"Katherine Varady."
"Luc Carter."
"Charlotte Talon..." said Charlotte quietly. She was feeling a bit uncomfortable. You see, she was not the biggest fan of boats. She had always been afraid of what could possibly happen, even if it seemed impossible. The water looked very deep, too. What if they tipped over in the middle of the lake? What if she fell off the boat? Her mother had always teased her about this fear. Charlotte tended to overreact, she said.
"Charlotte, are you okay? You don't look too good," Luc said, intruding in her wall of thoughts.
"Yeah," She mumbled, "It's nothing. Don't worry about me."
"Alright," he responded, unsure. Katherine and Kitt were both eyeing Charlotte suspiciously.
"What's everyone looking at? I said it was nothing!" she snapped. After realizing how she had just reacted to their concern, she appologized. "Sorry... It's really just nothing, though. I'll feel better once we get off of the boat."
They shrugged it off and stayed quiet for a few minutes. During their silence, Kitt started braiding her hair, and Katherine stared out onto the water. Charlotte turned away, trying to do the opposite.
"Heads down!" Hagrid called as they crossed under a tunnel. Within moments, an enormous castle was in view. Hagrid instructed everyone to exit their boats accordingly, leading them to the large castle doors. As Charlotte got up from her seat, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be off of the water.
Hagrid knocked loudly on the door, and it opened hardly a moment later. A black-haired witch answered it, and Hagrid explained that he had brought the first years. She thanked him and sent him away. He passed by Charlotte and smiled. She returned the gesture, and followed the other soon- to-be students into the castle, led by the witch.
The castle, when inside, reminded Charlotte of a dungeon. The lighting was very similar, and the stone walls and floor contributed to this growing thought. Many staircases surrounded the hall, and she wondered how anyone could remember how to get anywhere in this place.
The witch, who came to be known as Professor McGonagall, began to explain some things that they would need to know for the year ahead. "Welcome," she started, "To Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. This is important because..."
Charlotte lost her concentration, and slipped into a reverie. She tugged at her red hair as she thought about what might happen during the year. She imagined that her friends back home would figure out the real reason as to why she had left, or worse, Deanna told them on purpose. Not to be offensive, Charlotte thought, but Deanna could never keep a secret for very long. But what if it was as serious as this? Suddenly, she was knocked out of her daydream by Luc, who poked her shoulder.
"Did you listen to any of that?" he asked, laughing.
"Huh? Oh, I guess not. But--" she started.
From across the hall, someone screamed. Through a wall just came about two-dozen ghosts; pearly white and almost ignoring the first years left in the large room. They chatted away, leaving the students, becoming excited about the sorting.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" One portly ghost called out before disappearing completely, "My old house, you know!"
As soon as they had left, Professor McGonagall came back. She had a stern look on her face, but smiled as she instructed the first years to follow her. The students arranged themselves in a single line and did as they were told.
The Great Hall was spectacular. Banners of many colors hung from the ceiling, which even looked like the night sky! And in the center of it all, there stood an old stool with an even older-looking hat resting on top of it.
Professor McGonagall walked over to the hat and picked it up. "This," she said, "Is the Sorting Hat. When I call your name, please come up and place it on your head."
"That's all we have to do? Fred told me we had to take a test!" Charlotte heard someone say.
At that moment, Professor McGonagall placed the hat back on its stool. The rip at the brim opened, resembling a mouth. This was its cue, and it began to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm 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 cap them all!
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You may belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors 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 folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid,
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands(though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!"
When the hat finished its song, the entire hall applauded loudly. Charlotte was impressed. Not only could this hat sing, but it could talk as well!
"Abott, Hannah!" Professor McGonagall called.
A girl ran over to the stool and plopped down, and fixed the hat on her head. She sat there for a few moments until the hat suddenly called out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
When all of the "A's" had finished, then came the "B's." "Boot, Terry" went into Ravenclaw and "Bulstrode, Millicent" was sent to Slytherin. From what Charlotte saw, she hoped that the hat would not place her there.
"Carter, Luc!" called Professor McGonagall.
"Good luck," Charlotte whispered as he made his way to the stool.
As he sat down, you could easily see that he was confident. When she noticed that, Charlotte suddenly became proud of Luc.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled.
Like they had before, the students at the Gryffindor table clapped, and Luc sat down in an empty chair.
Several more first years were called up, each being sorted into different houses. When Charlotte payed more attention to who went where, she saw the pale boy from Madam Malkin's be sorted into Slytherin. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and smirked at the Gryffindor table; proud of where he had been placed. It took hardly a second for the hat to sort him.
"O'Malley, Kitt!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Charlotte began to wonder where the hat would place her. She hoped again that it would not be Slytherin; they gave her a bad feeling. As Kitt flashed a smile(something she seemed to be good at), she ran over to the Gryffindor table. Charlotte watched as more and more people were called and sorted. She didn't expect the reactions of a lot of students when Harry Potter was sent up next.
"What? Did she say Potter?"
"Harry Potter?"
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"He's here?"
Charlotte groaned. Why on earth did so many people care about his last name? This was like an itch she couldn't help but scratch, so she turned to Katherine for relief.
"You really don't know?" she asked, bewildered, "You've got a lot to learn, Charlotte."
"So what's the big deal over his name? I met him, and he seemed perfectly normal to me." Charlotte wondered out loud.
"I'll tell you later," Katherine sighed, focusing on Harry. Charlotte shrugged and did the same. He sat there for quite some time before the hat made it's final decision.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted. Some students from the table chanted for their great "success"("We got Potter! We got Potter!"), and the Slytherins glared. Charlotte pondered about what house the hat might put her in again, when her name was called.
She walked over to the stool, nervous. She nearly tripped on her way up, and she hoped no one had noticed. Charlotte settled the hat over her eyes and sat.
"Hello, Charlotte," a voice said. Before she could protest, it went on, "It's only the hat. Not to worry. Just talk to me in thoughts."
"Oh, alright, then..." thought Charlotte, obediently.
"Where shall we place you?" the hat asked.
"Well, can I ask a favor?" Charlotte thought, "I'd rather not be in Slytherin, if that's okay..."
"I don't see why. Slytherin has produced many a fine witch or two."
"They just don't seem pleasant, though."
"Are you afraid?"
Charlotte could feel her face turning red. "No!" she thought, "I am not scared! Put me anywhere; I don't care!"
"Fancy a challenge, 'eh? That's a fine quality you have there, mind you. I think I may have a good place for you, after all."
"And where is that?"
"A good house for you would have to be..." the hat began, only this time not in her head. It became loud enough for the whole hall to hear, "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Thank you!" she thought before removing the hat and hopping off of the stool. She dashed towards the Gryffindor table, only unlike before... she actually did trip.
This was going to be a long year.
She got up immediately and brushed herself off, although she knew she was blushing like mad. She sat next to Luc; across from Kitty, and laughed at her accident.
"A bit of a klutz, are we, Charlotte?" he asked, chuckling with her.
"I guess I must be!" She responded, "Let's wait for Katherine, okay?"
They watched from their table, seeing other first years like themselves be sorted. Soon enough, Katherine's name was called.
When she had been announced, she walked up nonchalantly and placed the hat over her head. She was there for two minutes at most, until the hat called out that she belonged in Gryffindor as well.
She scuttled over next to Charlotte's other side, smiling. "I could have sworn the hat would put me in Hufflepuff! That's where my sister is," she said.
"You don't have to be in the same house, even if you are related. My cousin is in Ravenclaw," Luc explained.
One of the last kids to be sorted was a tall boy in glasses("Wheylan, Zachary"), who was sent to Ravenclaw. After the final student was called, Professor McGonagall took out her wand and waved it at the stool; it and what had remained on top of it disappeared.
She then announced, "Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words to all of you."
At that time, an elderly man with a very long beard stood up from his seat and cleared his throat. "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" he called out. Students all around burst into laughter. "Thank you all, and let the feast begin!"
In an instant, the golden plates on the tables were filled with food; it came out of nowhere! Charlotte looked on either side of her. Both Luc and Katherine were eating, so she figured she should as well.
Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, after all!
---
A/N: Ugh! That took forever to type! Sorry I didn't post it right away. I want to thank you all for being so dedicated to "AWNW," and I hope I'll get chapter 14 done soon for your reading pleasure!
And I was wondering whether I should have placed Charlotte in Slytherin or not... that would have been a surprise! But my friends who have been reading this told me it would be awful if I did that... so Gryffy she goes!
Kitt is Nicole... Really, this story just has people popping out as my close friends. Funny how that works out, huh? Zachary Wheylan will eventually become somewhat of an important character, but I haven't decided yet. As his name states, he'll turn out like my friend Zack. I'm so pathetic! :)
