"Firs' years! Firs' years this way. Onto the boats." Chase looked at Harry
& Co.
"The principal guy said I gotta go with the first years. See ya!" She took off and scrambled into an empty boat. It was raining, and by the time they got out of the boats, most of the first years were muttering angrily about drying off. Chase, on the other hand, loved the rain; it didn't disturb her nearly as much as it did her friends back home.
When they started walking through the great hall, Chase felt very self-conscious. She was a head & ½ taller than the tallest kid in the line. A lot of the students were staring at her, whispering. She held her head high and walked on, she liked the attention. On a stool, there was a dusty old hat. After a few seconds of wondering what the hell the hat was supposed to do, its brim opened and it started singing.
"When I call your names, put on the hat and it will sort you. Abdul, Marie!"
Chase waited patiently while the earlier first years were sorted, but by the time they got to the K's, she was dying. Finally she heard, "Mikyati, Chase!"
She walked up to the stool and sat down, putting the hat on her head.
*Hello hat.* she thought. She figured the hat worked through thoughts.
*Hello, Chase. Not often a sortee talks to me. It's very nice.*
*How are you?*
*I'm fine, I guess. Dull life being a hat. But let's stop chatting and sort you, shall we?*
*fine.*
*Alright, let's see. A ripe mind I see, not shabby at all in the brains department. Hmmmm, quite a bit of bravery too. You and your brother have a lot in common, mentally. Ahh, you are cunning and sly. Maybe you'll do good where your brother refused to go, into-*
*NO! I've heard of Slytherin. Voldemort was in that house! Put me in that house and I'll tear you apart, seam by seam!*
*There is a lion in you, girl. Yes, you should do nicely in-*
"GRYFFINDOR!" Chase pulled the hat off and gave an elaborate bow before walking over to the table Harry sat at.
"Good job Chase! Knew you had it in you!" They watched until Zaser, Mack was sorted into Ravenclaw. Then Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome to a new year here at Hogwarts. I would like to make a few announcements. First off, Harry Potter's lifelong ban from Quidditch is lifted" Cheers from the Gryffindor table. "The D.A. will be allowed to practice in the Room of Requirement." More cheers from every table save Slytherin. "This year, as an opportunity to have fun in the Dark Times ahead, we will have a talent show! Also, I'd like to introduce you to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Prof. Kelly O'Malley! And, before you enjoy your dinner, as you have noticed, we have a new student, a third year. Chase Mikyati." Chase stood up and gave another bow, bringing laughs from the other students. "The only way to trust each other is to be open, therefore, I shall tell you about her." And so, for the 4th time in 2 days, the story was told. People started to crane their necks to look at her, muttering. Dumbledore, apparently oblivious them, continued, "And now, time to eat!"
Food appeared on the table, and Chase dug in. After the meal, Ron and Hermione took the first years to the tower. Chase was about to join them when a girl with corn rows and coffee colored skin walked up to her,
"Hi Chase. I'm Samara Morgan. I'm in third year too. Come on, I'll show you where we sleep and stuff." Chase nodded and followed her,
"Have you ever seen the muggle movie, The Ring?" She asked, thinking of the other girl's name.
"Yeah, when I went to America with my parents last year. Freaky isn't it? Wait until you meet my friends, it's really weird." They walked along until they came in front of a portrait of a lady in pink.
"Ring around the rosy." Samara said, then walked in. Chase followed her into the common room where three boys and three girls were playing cards.
"Hey guys! Chase is going to hang with us. Chase these three are Noah, Aiden, and Becca. Freaky, eh?" said Samara. The boy with sandy blonde hair, Aiden, said,
"Let me guess, she's seen The Ring?" Chase nodded. One of the unintroduced girls with light brown hair said.
"Hello? Samara? There are us commoners who would like to be introduced."
"Oh, Chase, this is Saron, and Eric, the loudmouth there is Alexandria, we just call her Xandri." The girl who had spoken earlier held her hand out.
"Hello. And this is our wanna be torturer Samara."
"Just because I won't let you copy my notes from history, does not make me a torturer." Samara said.
"Listening to Prof. Binns? I'd rather have physical torture than listen to him monotone what might be the coolest war in history."
"Puh-leaze, just because he doesn't do dramatic readings doesn't mean he's boring."
"Is too!"
"Is not."
"Is to"
"Is not!" Becca rolled her eyes.
"They'll be at this for hours. Let's go upstairs. Saron, ready?" Saron nodded. They said goodnight to the boys and left Samara and Xandri bickering downstairs.
"I have to agree with Xandri, Prof. Binns is duller than humanly possible, but that's why Samara insists he isn't. Those two have the oddest friendship. They can fight over anything, but they practically share the same mind a lot of the time." Said Saron. She had long black hair streaked with bright orange in a ponytail.
"I'm beat. Night girls." She flopped onto her bed, not bothering to even take off her shoes. Chase yawned and lay down on the bed with her trunk next to it.
"Night Becca."
"Night." Two hours later, Samara and Xandri came into the room, too tired to argue. Chase woke up in time to see them literally drag themselves into their beds'; she gave a soft chuckle then fell asleep again.
(A/N, hello, I know, stupid to make the others with names from the Ring. But I love the movie, they're names mean nothing, I just wanted to do that, enjoy the next Chappie!)
"The principal guy said I gotta go with the first years. See ya!" She took off and scrambled into an empty boat. It was raining, and by the time they got out of the boats, most of the first years were muttering angrily about drying off. Chase, on the other hand, loved the rain; it didn't disturb her nearly as much as it did her friends back home.
When they started walking through the great hall, Chase felt very self-conscious. She was a head & ½ taller than the tallest kid in the line. A lot of the students were staring at her, whispering. She held her head high and walked on, she liked the attention. On a stool, there was a dusty old hat. After a few seconds of wondering what the hell the hat was supposed to do, its brim opened and it started singing.
"When I call your names, put on the hat and it will sort you. Abdul, Marie!"
Chase waited patiently while the earlier first years were sorted, but by the time they got to the K's, she was dying. Finally she heard, "Mikyati, Chase!"
She walked up to the stool and sat down, putting the hat on her head.
*Hello hat.* she thought. She figured the hat worked through thoughts.
*Hello, Chase. Not often a sortee talks to me. It's very nice.*
*How are you?*
*I'm fine, I guess. Dull life being a hat. But let's stop chatting and sort you, shall we?*
*fine.*
*Alright, let's see. A ripe mind I see, not shabby at all in the brains department. Hmmmm, quite a bit of bravery too. You and your brother have a lot in common, mentally. Ahh, you are cunning and sly. Maybe you'll do good where your brother refused to go, into-*
*NO! I've heard of Slytherin. Voldemort was in that house! Put me in that house and I'll tear you apart, seam by seam!*
*There is a lion in you, girl. Yes, you should do nicely in-*
"GRYFFINDOR!" Chase pulled the hat off and gave an elaborate bow before walking over to the table Harry sat at.
"Good job Chase! Knew you had it in you!" They watched until Zaser, Mack was sorted into Ravenclaw. Then Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome to a new year here at Hogwarts. I would like to make a few announcements. First off, Harry Potter's lifelong ban from Quidditch is lifted" Cheers from the Gryffindor table. "The D.A. will be allowed to practice in the Room of Requirement." More cheers from every table save Slytherin. "This year, as an opportunity to have fun in the Dark Times ahead, we will have a talent show! Also, I'd like to introduce you to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Prof. Kelly O'Malley! And, before you enjoy your dinner, as you have noticed, we have a new student, a third year. Chase Mikyati." Chase stood up and gave another bow, bringing laughs from the other students. "The only way to trust each other is to be open, therefore, I shall tell you about her." And so, for the 4th time in 2 days, the story was told. People started to crane their necks to look at her, muttering. Dumbledore, apparently oblivious them, continued, "And now, time to eat!"
Food appeared on the table, and Chase dug in. After the meal, Ron and Hermione took the first years to the tower. Chase was about to join them when a girl with corn rows and coffee colored skin walked up to her,
"Hi Chase. I'm Samara Morgan. I'm in third year too. Come on, I'll show you where we sleep and stuff." Chase nodded and followed her,
"Have you ever seen the muggle movie, The Ring?" She asked, thinking of the other girl's name.
"Yeah, when I went to America with my parents last year. Freaky isn't it? Wait until you meet my friends, it's really weird." They walked along until they came in front of a portrait of a lady in pink.
"Ring around the rosy." Samara said, then walked in. Chase followed her into the common room where three boys and three girls were playing cards.
"Hey guys! Chase is going to hang with us. Chase these three are Noah, Aiden, and Becca. Freaky, eh?" said Samara. The boy with sandy blonde hair, Aiden, said,
"Let me guess, she's seen The Ring?" Chase nodded. One of the unintroduced girls with light brown hair said.
"Hello? Samara? There are us commoners who would like to be introduced."
"Oh, Chase, this is Saron, and Eric, the loudmouth there is Alexandria, we just call her Xandri." The girl who had spoken earlier held her hand out.
"Hello. And this is our wanna be torturer Samara."
"Just because I won't let you copy my notes from history, does not make me a torturer." Samara said.
"Listening to Prof. Binns? I'd rather have physical torture than listen to him monotone what might be the coolest war in history."
"Puh-leaze, just because he doesn't do dramatic readings doesn't mean he's boring."
"Is too!"
"Is not."
"Is to"
"Is not!" Becca rolled her eyes.
"They'll be at this for hours. Let's go upstairs. Saron, ready?" Saron nodded. They said goodnight to the boys and left Samara and Xandri bickering downstairs.
"I have to agree with Xandri, Prof. Binns is duller than humanly possible, but that's why Samara insists he isn't. Those two have the oddest friendship. They can fight over anything, but they practically share the same mind a lot of the time." Said Saron. She had long black hair streaked with bright orange in a ponytail.
"I'm beat. Night girls." She flopped onto her bed, not bothering to even take off her shoes. Chase yawned and lay down on the bed with her trunk next to it.
"Night Becca."
"Night." Two hours later, Samara and Xandri came into the room, too tired to argue. Chase woke up in time to see them literally drag themselves into their beds'; she gave a soft chuckle then fell asleep again.
(A/N, hello, I know, stupid to make the others with names from the Ring. But I love the movie, they're names mean nothing, I just wanted to do that, enjoy the next Chappie!)