Disclaimer: I own it all, including all Harry Potter related things and Roni, Sally, and Jessi. Uh-huh. If you believe that, there's a place with men in white coats and padded walls that you can take a vacation to. But I do own Sara, Emily, Robert Aberson, and the girl with black hair and pale skin at the end of this chapter.
A/N: Alright, I know it's taken me a long time to update. I'm really sorry about that. Oh, I was looking through my other chapters to see what all I had written, and I noticed that in the first chapter, I called it an epilogue. Obviously, that's a mistake. I meant to say that the first chapter was short because it was a prologue, not an epilogue. Sorry! I don't like this chapter much, personally, but you might. I'm trying out a new formatting thing because MSWord wasn't working, so hopefully it'll work. And… I think that's all. Huzzah, a short Author's Note for once!
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The rest of the week until school flashed by to Sara and her friends as if it were a dream. Every once in a while, they would have to pinch themselves to make sure that it wasn't.
During the week, they were tutored in all subjects except Potions by the teachers who taught that subject (does that make sense? McGonagall tutored them in Transfiguration, Flitwick tutored them in Charms, Sinistra tutored them in Astronomy, Sprout tutored them in Herbology, etc.). They didn't get any Potions tutoring because Professor Snape was always busy (or just plain didn't want to tutor them, which is more likely). They got tutored up to third year material in a week (they're not super smart or anything, but the books describe the wand movements and incantations well and they've read the books, so…).
The girls reacted to the slightest magical thing with pleasure, and became very fond of many of the ghosts of Hogwarts (not to say that the ghosts liked them back, of course).
Then, it was the day that the students arrived at Hogwarts. Sara, Jessi, Sally, and Roni woke up that morning hyper, a sense of anticipation growing. Sara, especially, was excited, she had been dreaming of actually meeting the canon characters from Harry Potter since she was nine and first read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. She was fifteen and a half now, and still dreaming of it, except that now it was happening!
About three hours, the girls had reached their max limit to controlling (partly) themselves, and set off dancing in the corridors, singing and grabbing any teachers who happened to walk by them, making the teachers join the dance. Luckily for the teachers, an alert got out and the teachers were careful to avoid the halls that the girls were in. Finally, Dumbledore called them all to his office to discuss certain matters with them.
"Hey Professor! What's up?" Roni asked jauntily.
"Well, we need to discuss certain matters," the Headmaster replied.
"Such as…?" Jessi prodded.
"I have a question for you girls. Exactly how much do you know of the people of Hogwarts?" Albus asked.
"Pretty much, I think," Sara answered, glancing at the other girls for conformation (they nodded), "I mean, we've all read the books tons of times, so we know a lot."
"You know, for instance, what happened last June?" the old man inquired.
"About the Department of Mysteries? Of course, it was a major part of the book!" Sally exclaimed, "Want me to recite the chapters that deal with it from memory?" The other girls laughed at that, all having been subjected to the retelling, all joining in at one point or another.
"I don't believe that will be necessary. But thank you, Miss Zheng (A/N: there Sally, I changed your name. It's one of the most common Chinese last names, according to the Net. Better than being Sally Sun or Sally Li [you could be Sam's sister then!]. Although 'Jones' works better with the Sorting.). I think that the wisest option is to not use your knowledge in front of people. With all that's going on in the world, it's best not to make people suspicious," Dumbledore mused, "Any questions?"
"Well, what if we can't help it? What if they want to know where we know all that stuff? Besides, Hermione Granger is muggle-born. She's probably heard of Harry Potter books before. They're really popular here in England, as well as in America and in the gazillion other countries where it's sold," Sally wondered.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," the professor replied.
Next, Jessi spoke up.
"Do we have to dress up in those black robes?" she asked, "I mean, they don't really show any personality. Can we paint them or something?"
"Nuh-uh. Black kicks ass, Jess, you just don't know it yet," Sara argued.
"Black robes are the dress requirement here at Hogwarts. The keyword is black." Dumbledore told Jessica.
Sara was next.
"Professor?" she ventured meekly.
"Yes?" he asked gently.
"Is there any way to get electric equipment to work here? I know that they normally go haywire from all the magic, but I was wondering if you knew how to get them to work. I really need my music and my computer with an Internet connection. My inbox is going to be full by now," Sara asked shyly. This was met with a clamor of agreement from the other girls.
"I believe I might be able to do something," Dumbledore replied merrily, his bright blue eyes sparkling.
"Thank you," Sara said, "May I go and get them now? I really need my music now."
"Yes, yes, of course."
Sara and her friends exited the room and walked to the rooms where they were staying. Sara walked over to her magically enlarged suitcase, rummaged in it for a while, first coming up with her laptop and then finding her portable CD/MP3/.WAV (and more) player, along with headphones, while the others looked on in the doorway (whoa, talk about a run-on sentence! My English teacher would have a fit!).
"Come on, let's go," Sara said, walking out the door. The other girls followed silently (amazing, huh?). They all walked back. When they got there, they rode back up the stairs, where Sara handed the electronic devices to Dumbledore. He took them and muttered, "potestas" (Latin for "power"), then handed them back to Sara.
"Yay!" she squealed happily and skipped out of the room to go listen to music and check her email. The other girls looked at each other, shrugged, and ran after Sara, leaving Dumbledore chuckling to himself.
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(Time skip here to the Sorting! I don't really feel like writing what happened in between. Bite me. All that happened was the Sara, Jessi, Sally, and Roni got to check their email and listen to music, so you didn't miss anything!)
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Before the girls knew it, it was evening and Professor McGonagall was hurrying them to a room where the first years would be, as soon as they got to the castle. The girls waited silently, their eyes brimming with excitement. After about ten minutes, by Sara's watch, the first years came and started filling up the room.
"They're so little!" Sara squealed quietly to Sally. Sally looked at her pointedly.
"Don't look at me that way, Sally! It's not my fault that I'm the shortest!" Sara whined, smacking Sally on the head as she was extremely prone to do. "Besides, these shrimps are only, like, 4 feet tall! I'm taller than them! Look at them! Half of them are the size that Michael used to be." Sara bit her lip. It still hurt to think of her family. Sally squeezed her hand.
"They are small, though," Jessi agreed, adding to the conversation. Sara nodded vigorously, while several first years who had overheard the conversation glared at the teenagers. Sara raised an eyebrow at them, as if to say, "Well, you are tiny. And eavesdropping is a bad thing." The first years looked away immediately. Sara smirked evilly.
Before she could say anymore to her friends, Professor McGonagall came back into the room and led the first years (and the girls) to the Great Hall. The first years gaped at the enchanted ceiling, but the girls merely looked quite blasé. It was quite fun acting so much more mature than the little kids.
The Sorting Hat sang its song (I'm not going to even try to write a song. Trust me, with my poetry skills (or my poetry non-skills, as the case may be), you'll be glad I didn't.), and the first 11-year-old ("Robert Aberson") got sorted ("Hufflepuff!"). After the first couple of people, the girls didn't bother actually listening to the Sorting, and instead, they looked around the Great Hall, searching for people they knew. Of course, first the girls' eyes went to the Gryffindor table, alighting on, you guessed it, Harry Potter and the rest of the Gryffindor Trio. Sally, Jessi, and Roni's eyes lit up and they wore slightly starstruck expressions, blushing as Harry looked at them, while Sara wore a slightly bored and disgusted expression and continued looking at the rest of the tables, spotting Cho Chang at the Ravenclaw table and Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table (here, Sara got a little bit of the starstruck expression). Finally, after all the first years had been sorted, Dumbledore made an announcement:
"As some of you may know, Hogwarts does not normally enroll new students older than first years." Sara could see Hermione nodding at this, "However, this year I have seen fit to have these four young ladies as sixth years. Please treat them kindly, as this is their first time here."
Then McGonagall took out her list again.
"Brown, Veronica"
Roni walked fast up to the stool and eagerly jammed the ancient hat on her head. Since she was bigger than the first years, the hat didn't fall down to below her eyes.
(The Sorting Hat is going to be in italics. The person getting Sorted is going to be bold.)
-----With Roni-----
Well, well, well. What do we have here?
What we have here is a 15-year-old girl talking to an ancient hat that desperately needs some maintenance.
Well, somebody with wit and sarcasm! Where shall we put you? Not Hufflepuff, I think, there is some loyalty lacking-
EXCUSE ME?!
Ahem. As I was saying, not Hufflepuff, maybe Slytherin?
No. Not Slytherin.
Not Slytherin, you say. Gryffindor? Maybe…no. I think not. I shall put you in RAVENCLAW!
The Hat shouted out the last word to the rest of the Hall. Roni disappointedly took off the hat, put it back on the stool, and walked to the table with the Ravenclaw banner above it. She took no notice of the applause that was sounding. She sat beside a first-year girl with long, wavy brown hair.
"Hi, my name is Emily. You're Veronica?"
"Yep." Roni turned her attention to the front of the Hall as McGonagall called out, "Zheng, Sally!"
(No, this isn't going in alphabetical order, I wrote the Sorting last night, and I wrote them Roni, Sally, Jessi, Sara. And that's the order it's going to go in this story. Eat me.)
-----With Sally-----
Sally walked over, sat on the stool, and put on the hat. Like Roni, the hat didn't slip down past her eyes.
Hello!
Hello to you too. What do you know, a polite one. Unlike the last one.
Excuse me? Roni is not rude.
Anyway, where shall I put you? You could do well in Hufflepuff, you know-
*mentally rolling her eyes* No, not Hufflepuff. Not Slytherin, either. How about Gryffindor?
Hmm, Gryffindor. You would do well there. In Ravenclaw, also, you would succeed.
Gryffindor, please.
Very well, I'll send you to GRYFFINDOR!
Sally took off the hat, beaming, and walked over to a spot in the Gryffindor table with three spots open. She blushed at everybody congratulating her on getting into Gryffindor. She looked at the front of the room again, as McGonagall read off the next name.
"Smith, Jessica!"
-----With Jessi-----
Jessi jogged over to the stool, put on the hat, and…
Can we get this over with? I already know where I'm going.
Oh, yes. I see. You want Gryffindor? Never doubted it?
Nope. Never.
I see. Well, then, it'd better be GRYFFINDOR!
Jessi took off the hat, smiling, and jogged over to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Sally. When she passed Harry, she repressed the urge to give him a hug, or at least whisper some comforting words to him, he looked so sad and depressed. She and Sally congratulated each other quietly on getting into Gryffindor, then looked up at the front where Sara had just gotten called.
"I'm betting she gets into Slytherin," Jessi whispered. Sally nodded.
"She'd have a fit if she got into anywhere else. She is obsessed with getting into Slytherin. I saw her this morning, she was trying to stop herself from Avada-ing a spider. She stopped herself, obviously, otherwise she'd probably be in Azkaban right now."
-----Sara's POV (yes, she gets her own POV and the other don't. Eat me!)-----
"Sara Monroe!"
I walked shakily up to the stool where the Sorting Hat lay, taking deep breaths. How did the others do it so calmly? I was sure that the whole school could hear my heart beating. I saw a glimpse of Sally mouthing "Good luck" to me and smiled. When I reached the stool, I picked up the hat, sat down, and put the hat on my head. It didn't cover my eyes, so I could see everybody looking at me. I don't like people looking at me. I started to hyperventilate when I heard a voice in my head.
Well, well, well. Sara Monroe.
That didn't take a great deal of logical thought, considering McGonagall called it out and you can see inside my head. Well, what do you think?
Be patient! It takes time to look inside people's heads, you know.
Didn't take you long to decide where to put Draco Malfoy.
Well, that's different. You, though… where to put you?
Personally, I'm voting Slytherin. What ever you do, do NOT put me in with the Gryffindorks or the Huffly-Pufflys. If you do, I will have to practice some of those nice hexes on you. Oh, and knives are always useful for cutting fabric, you know.
Well, there's no question where to put you. Why did I ask? SLYTHERIN, of course!
I picked up the hat off my head and handed it to Professor McGonagall, since I was the last person to be Sorted. I smirked at my friends. I always knew I'd get into Slytherin. My friends seemed to, too. I walked over to the Slytherin table, sitting across from Draco Malfoy, and sitting next to a girl about 13 years old who had long black hair and pale skin.
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A/N: Was it any good? Was it horrible? Were there tons of grammar mistakes? Was the formatting OK? Whatever your thoughts were on it, tell me! Review! Whoever reviews gets a candy bar! (except Sally, she gets a pillow-fluffer… lol, sorry Sally, I was just remembering your 'America' poem that we had to do for Social Studies… 'member?)
Reviewer Answers (from the first chapter on):
Sallymander: Sally! You only reviewed once! Meanie! I reviewed your stories 6 times, one for each chapter! Cheapskate! *clears throat* Ahem. Anyway, thank you very much for reviewing. And for everybody who is reading this, this is Sally from the story. ^^
Princess Fluffy: w00t! A two-time reviewer! Thanks a lot for your reviews! They really mean a lot to me!
tenniStar514: Hey Jess! You, at least, reviewed my story twice, unlike SOME people… *glares at Sally* And I know you wouldn't really be like that in real life. I'm just writing whatever comes to mind, and in my mind right then, you weren't sympathetic. Not to mention, I didn't feel like making everybody all mushy-like. *wrinkles nose* Yuck. But anyway, thanks for reviewing!
Emily-Dufleng: Hey, thanks for reviewing! Thank you so much for saying it's good! I personally don't think this story is that awesome. But I'll keep writing as long as people keep reviewing! ^^
Drei Elles: Hey! One of my favorite author(s)! You're my best reviewer! You reviewed 3 times! w00t! Yeah, it is sad that her family died. I just had to get them somehow to the HP world, and that was what I thought of. Thanks so much for reviewing! You get a button that says 'I Reviewed Kinsey's Story'!
star estrella: Thanks for reviewing my story! When are you going to update your story? Everyone, this is my 'twin', Rachel, in case you were wondering. She's awesome! ^^
Aluma: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'm glad you like it! I love Slytherin, too! That's why I put myself in there. If I had put Jessi or Sally in there, I'd be dead right now. So they're Gryffies, and I'm a Slytherin.
A/N: Alright, I know it's taken me a long time to update. I'm really sorry about that. Oh, I was looking through my other chapters to see what all I had written, and I noticed that in the first chapter, I called it an epilogue. Obviously, that's a mistake. I meant to say that the first chapter was short because it was a prologue, not an epilogue. Sorry! I don't like this chapter much, personally, but you might. I'm trying out a new formatting thing because MSWord wasn't working, so hopefully it'll work. And… I think that's all. Huzzah, a short Author's Note for once!
The rest of the week until school flashed by to Sara and her friends as if it were a dream. Every once in a while, they would have to pinch themselves to make sure that it wasn't.
During the week, they were tutored in all subjects except Potions by the teachers who taught that subject (does that make sense? McGonagall tutored them in Transfiguration, Flitwick tutored them in Charms, Sinistra tutored them in Astronomy, Sprout tutored them in Herbology, etc.). They didn't get any Potions tutoring because Professor Snape was always busy (or just plain didn't want to tutor them, which is more likely). They got tutored up to third year material in a week (they're not super smart or anything, but the books describe the wand movements and incantations well and they've read the books, so…).
The girls reacted to the slightest magical thing with pleasure, and became very fond of many of the ghosts of Hogwarts (not to say that the ghosts liked them back, of course).
Then, it was the day that the students arrived at Hogwarts. Sara, Jessi, Sally, and Roni woke up that morning hyper, a sense of anticipation growing. Sara, especially, was excited, she had been dreaming of actually meeting the canon characters from Harry Potter since she was nine and first read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. She was fifteen and a half now, and still dreaming of it, except that now it was happening!
About three hours, the girls had reached their max limit to controlling (partly) themselves, and set off dancing in the corridors, singing and grabbing any teachers who happened to walk by them, making the teachers join the dance. Luckily for the teachers, an alert got out and the teachers were careful to avoid the halls that the girls were in. Finally, Dumbledore called them all to his office to discuss certain matters with them.
"Hey Professor! What's up?" Roni asked jauntily.
"Well, we need to discuss certain matters," the Headmaster replied.
"Such as…?" Jessi prodded.
"I have a question for you girls. Exactly how much do you know of the people of Hogwarts?" Albus asked.
"Pretty much, I think," Sara answered, glancing at the other girls for conformation (they nodded), "I mean, we've all read the books tons of times, so we know a lot."
"You know, for instance, what happened last June?" the old man inquired.
"About the Department of Mysteries? Of course, it was a major part of the book!" Sally exclaimed, "Want me to recite the chapters that deal with it from memory?" The other girls laughed at that, all having been subjected to the retelling, all joining in at one point or another.
"I don't believe that will be necessary. But thank you, Miss Zheng (A/N: there Sally, I changed your name. It's one of the most common Chinese last names, according to the Net. Better than being Sally Sun or Sally Li [you could be Sam's sister then!]. Although 'Jones' works better with the Sorting.). I think that the wisest option is to not use your knowledge in front of people. With all that's going on in the world, it's best not to make people suspicious," Dumbledore mused, "Any questions?"
"Well, what if we can't help it? What if they want to know where we know all that stuff? Besides, Hermione Granger is muggle-born. She's probably heard of Harry Potter books before. They're really popular here in England, as well as in America and in the gazillion other countries where it's sold," Sally wondered.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," the professor replied.
Next, Jessi spoke up.
"Do we have to dress up in those black robes?" she asked, "I mean, they don't really show any personality. Can we paint them or something?"
"Nuh-uh. Black kicks ass, Jess, you just don't know it yet," Sara argued.
"Black robes are the dress requirement here at Hogwarts. The keyword is black." Dumbledore told Jessica.
Sara was next.
"Professor?" she ventured meekly.
"Yes?" he asked gently.
"Is there any way to get electric equipment to work here? I know that they normally go haywire from all the magic, but I was wondering if you knew how to get them to work. I really need my music and my computer with an Internet connection. My inbox is going to be full by now," Sara asked shyly. This was met with a clamor of agreement from the other girls.
"I believe I might be able to do something," Dumbledore replied merrily, his bright blue eyes sparkling.
"Thank you," Sara said, "May I go and get them now? I really need my music now."
"Yes, yes, of course."
Sara and her friends exited the room and walked to the rooms where they were staying. Sara walked over to her magically enlarged suitcase, rummaged in it for a while, first coming up with her laptop and then finding her portable CD/MP3/.WAV (and more) player, along with headphones, while the others looked on in the doorway (whoa, talk about a run-on sentence! My English teacher would have a fit!).
"Come on, let's go," Sara said, walking out the door. The other girls followed silently (amazing, huh?). They all walked back. When they got there, they rode back up the stairs, where Sara handed the electronic devices to Dumbledore. He took them and muttered, "potestas" (Latin for "power"), then handed them back to Sara.
"Yay!" she squealed happily and skipped out of the room to go listen to music and check her email. The other girls looked at each other, shrugged, and ran after Sara, leaving Dumbledore chuckling to himself.
(Time skip here to the Sorting! I don't really feel like writing what happened in between. Bite me. All that happened was the Sara, Jessi, Sally, and Roni got to check their email and listen to music, so you didn't miss anything!)
Before the girls knew it, it was evening and Professor McGonagall was hurrying them to a room where the first years would be, as soon as they got to the castle. The girls waited silently, their eyes brimming with excitement. After about ten minutes, by Sara's watch, the first years came and started filling up the room.
"They're so little!" Sara squealed quietly to Sally. Sally looked at her pointedly.
"Don't look at me that way, Sally! It's not my fault that I'm the shortest!" Sara whined, smacking Sally on the head as she was extremely prone to do. "Besides, these shrimps are only, like, 4 feet tall! I'm taller than them! Look at them! Half of them are the size that Michael used to be." Sara bit her lip. It still hurt to think of her family. Sally squeezed her hand.
"They are small, though," Jessi agreed, adding to the conversation. Sara nodded vigorously, while several first years who had overheard the conversation glared at the teenagers. Sara raised an eyebrow at them, as if to say, "Well, you are tiny. And eavesdropping is a bad thing." The first years looked away immediately. Sara smirked evilly.
Before she could say anymore to her friends, Professor McGonagall came back into the room and led the first years (and the girls) to the Great Hall. The first years gaped at the enchanted ceiling, but the girls merely looked quite blasé. It was quite fun acting so much more mature than the little kids.
The Sorting Hat sang its song (I'm not going to even try to write a song. Trust me, with my poetry skills (or my poetry non-skills, as the case may be), you'll be glad I didn't.), and the first 11-year-old ("Robert Aberson") got sorted ("Hufflepuff!"). After the first couple of people, the girls didn't bother actually listening to the Sorting, and instead, they looked around the Great Hall, searching for people they knew. Of course, first the girls' eyes went to the Gryffindor table, alighting on, you guessed it, Harry Potter and the rest of the Gryffindor Trio. Sally, Jessi, and Roni's eyes lit up and they wore slightly starstruck expressions, blushing as Harry looked at them, while Sara wore a slightly bored and disgusted expression and continued looking at the rest of the tables, spotting Cho Chang at the Ravenclaw table and Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table (here, Sara got a little bit of the starstruck expression). Finally, after all the first years had been sorted, Dumbledore made an announcement:
"As some of you may know, Hogwarts does not normally enroll new students older than first years." Sara could see Hermione nodding at this, "However, this year I have seen fit to have these four young ladies as sixth years. Please treat them kindly, as this is their first time here."
Then McGonagall took out her list again.
"Brown, Veronica"
Roni walked fast up to the stool and eagerly jammed the ancient hat on her head. Since she was bigger than the first years, the hat didn't fall down to below her eyes.
(The Sorting Hat is going to be in italics. The person getting Sorted is going to be bold.)
Well, well, well. What do we have here?
What we have here is a 15-year-old girl talking to an ancient hat that desperately needs some maintenance.
Well, somebody with wit and sarcasm! Where shall we put you? Not Hufflepuff, I think, there is some loyalty lacking-
EXCUSE ME?!
Ahem. As I was saying, not Hufflepuff, maybe Slytherin?
No. Not Slytherin.
Not Slytherin, you say. Gryffindor? Maybe…no. I think not. I shall put you in RAVENCLAW!
The Hat shouted out the last word to the rest of the Hall. Roni disappointedly took off the hat, put it back on the stool, and walked to the table with the Ravenclaw banner above it. She took no notice of the applause that was sounding. She sat beside a first-year girl with long, wavy brown hair.
"Hi, my name is Emily. You're Veronica?"
"Yep." Roni turned her attention to the front of the Hall as McGonagall called out, "Zheng, Sally!"
(No, this isn't going in alphabetical order, I wrote the Sorting last night, and I wrote them Roni, Sally, Jessi, Sara. And that's the order it's going to go in this story. Eat me.)
Sally walked over, sat on the stool, and put on the hat. Like Roni, the hat didn't slip down past her eyes.
Hello!
Hello to you too. What do you know, a polite one. Unlike the last one.
Excuse me? Roni is not rude.
Anyway, where shall I put you? You could do well in Hufflepuff, you know-
*mentally rolling her eyes* No, not Hufflepuff. Not Slytherin, either. How about Gryffindor?
Hmm, Gryffindor. You would do well there. In Ravenclaw, also, you would succeed.
Gryffindor, please.
Very well, I'll send you to GRYFFINDOR!
Sally took off the hat, beaming, and walked over to a spot in the Gryffindor table with three spots open. She blushed at everybody congratulating her on getting into Gryffindor. She looked at the front of the room again, as McGonagall read off the next name.
"Smith, Jessica!"
Jessi jogged over to the stool, put on the hat, and…
Can we get this over with? I already know where I'm going.
Oh, yes. I see. You want Gryffindor? Never doubted it?
Nope. Never.
I see. Well, then, it'd better be GRYFFINDOR!
Jessi took off the hat, smiling, and jogged over to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Sally. When she passed Harry, she repressed the urge to give him a hug, or at least whisper some comforting words to him, he looked so sad and depressed. She and Sally congratulated each other quietly on getting into Gryffindor, then looked up at the front where Sara had just gotten called.
"I'm betting she gets into Slytherin," Jessi whispered. Sally nodded.
"She'd have a fit if she got into anywhere else. She is obsessed with getting into Slytherin. I saw her this morning, she was trying to stop herself from Avada-ing a spider. She stopped herself, obviously, otherwise she'd probably be in Azkaban right now."
"Sara Monroe!"
I walked shakily up to the stool where the Sorting Hat lay, taking deep breaths. How did the others do it so calmly? I was sure that the whole school could hear my heart beating. I saw a glimpse of Sally mouthing "Good luck" to me and smiled. When I reached the stool, I picked up the hat, sat down, and put the hat on my head. It didn't cover my eyes, so I could see everybody looking at me. I don't like people looking at me. I started to hyperventilate when I heard a voice in my head.
Well, well, well. Sara Monroe.
That didn't take a great deal of logical thought, considering McGonagall called it out and you can see inside my head. Well, what do you think?
Be patient! It takes time to look inside people's heads, you know.
Didn't take you long to decide where to put Draco Malfoy.
Well, that's different. You, though… where to put you?
Personally, I'm voting Slytherin. What ever you do, do NOT put me in with the Gryffindorks or the Huffly-Pufflys. If you do, I will have to practice some of those nice hexes on you. Oh, and knives are always useful for cutting fabric, you know.
Well, there's no question where to put you. Why did I ask? SLYTHERIN, of course!
I picked up the hat off my head and handed it to Professor McGonagall, since I was the last person to be Sorted. I smirked at my friends. I always knew I'd get into Slytherin. My friends seemed to, too. I walked over to the Slytherin table, sitting across from Draco Malfoy, and sitting next to a girl about 13 years old who had long black hair and pale skin.
Reviewer Answers (from the first chapter on):
Sallymander: Sally! You only reviewed once! Meanie! I reviewed your stories 6 times, one for each chapter! Cheapskate! *clears throat* Ahem. Anyway, thank you very much for reviewing. And for everybody who is reading this, this is Sally from the story. ^^
Princess Fluffy: w00t! A two-time reviewer! Thanks a lot for your reviews! They really mean a lot to me!
tenniStar514: Hey Jess! You, at least, reviewed my story twice, unlike SOME people… *glares at Sally* And I know you wouldn't really be like that in real life. I'm just writing whatever comes to mind, and in my mind right then, you weren't sympathetic. Not to mention, I didn't feel like making everybody all mushy-like. *wrinkles nose* Yuck. But anyway, thanks for reviewing!
Emily-Dufleng: Hey, thanks for reviewing! Thank you so much for saying it's good! I personally don't think this story is that awesome. But I'll keep writing as long as people keep reviewing! ^^
Drei Elles: Hey! One of my favorite author(s)! You're my best reviewer! You reviewed 3 times! w00t! Yeah, it is sad that her family died. I just had to get them somehow to the HP world, and that was what I thought of. Thanks so much for reviewing! You get a button that says 'I Reviewed Kinsey's Story'!
star estrella: Thanks for reviewing my story! When are you going to update your story? Everyone, this is my 'twin', Rachel, in case you were wondering. She's awesome! ^^
Aluma: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'm glad you like it! I love Slytherin, too! That's why I put myself in there. If I had put Jessi or Sally in there, I'd be dead right now. So they're Gryffies, and I'm a Slytherin.