Hey, since I can't go online, I will at least type. This way, when I do go online, I'll have more chapters posted. I hope I can post this soon because Sunday, 6/22, I will be going away to camp for twelve days. Anyways, I'm sure you want to know what happens. So. . . How about you leave it here? (Italics = my real self, Kaleigh) *bang* That will take care of her for a while! She just wants to go shopping. Anyways, here I start with another chapter. Also, I WANT MORE STORY IDEAS! Thanx. _________________________

The students were all looking up at her with various looks. Some were staring in wonderment, puzzlement, envy, and others.

They all took their seats, and Dumbledore stood up.

"Students, this year we have an exchange student. She will be sorted before the first years. I think she will be a good influence on all of you. And a warning that I think Potter, Weasly, Granger, and Malfoy already know, do not get on her bad side. Thank you." The students started murmuring amongst themselves and Usagi blushed crimson (again).

McGonagle brought out the old stool and the sorting hat and placed them in the center of the platform. (Why don't they get a new stool?) Usagi stepped up to it and sat down. Then McGonagle put the hat on her head. It slid down to cover her eyes. Then a voice was inside of her head.

"You will have to put your mental shield down so I can see what house you belong in. I would love to study it longer, for it is of a great caliber, but alas, there is a hall full of students waiting."

As Usagi let her web of shields down around herself, the hat entered her mind. It was caught by a blast of memories and pain. The hat blew off her head and landed in front of the teacher's table. Everyone was staring. The hat opened its mouth and croaked, "Gryffindor . . ." then sort of slumped. No one was staring now.

They were gawking! Mouths wide open, eye wide and glazed over, completely amazed. Usagi walked over and quickly sat at the Gryffindor table. By then, the hat was fine. It said, right out loud for everyone to hear, "Next you get someone like that, you read her mind herself. That hurt!"

Then the first years were led in and sorted. When Usagi looked around the room, her eyes stopped at the Hufflepuff table. The seemed to be seething with distrust. From all of the people in the Great Hall, if the Hufflepuffs distrusted you, everyone probably did. She looked towards the teacher's table and was surprised to see Professor Snape with something akin to pity in his eyes. (Again, I know, totally not Snape, but Usagi brings out the best in everyone.)

When Usagi went up to the dorms later that night, no one told her the password, so she had to use some of her magic to get The Fat Lady to open up.

As she lay in her bed, she heard the other girls whispering to each other.

"Who let her in?"

"I dunno, nobody confessed."

"Well, I wonder who it was. Maybe it was you Hermione?"

Her ears pricked up at the sound of Hermione's voice. "No, but I thought she had the password." At least Hermione wasn't completely against her yet. Actually, she was a lot like Ami. No, she swore to herself, I won't make any friends, that way I don't have to worry about losing them.

"Maybe she apparated?" One girl asked.

"You can't apparate on Hogwarts grounds. Hogwarts A History says so."

"You're such a bookworm!" One girl said. Yup, definitly like Ami.

"You know, you're just like Ami."

"What?" Oops!

"Did I just say that out loud?" she asked.

"Yeah, what did you mean?" Hermione was standing at the edge of her curtains.

"Hermione," she whispered so the other girls couldn't hear "if I tell you something really important, you promise you won't tell anyone else or be totally freaked out?"

"Sure, I guess" I mean, what can be so bad? She's only 16 Hermione thought to herself.

And so, Usagi told Hermione her whole life's story. From the moon kingdom up till now. _________________________

That's it for now. Gotta Go!