Lauren quietly slipped into the chatty car.
"Where have you been all this time? Well, never mind, we're nearly at Hogwarts, so you should get changed and stuff." Hermione said plainly, although curiosity still lingered in her tone.
Lauren got dressed quickly, and afterwards, continued to chat with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Ron still eyed her suspiciously, as if he had known where she had been.
"So, how exactly does this sorting process work?" Lauren asked curiously.
"Well, it's quite simple. They place the sorting hat on your head in front of the school, and it sorts through your thoughts for a bit. After that, it tells you which house you belong in." Harry said smartly.
Lauren hesitated to say anything...The sorting hat sorts through your ithoughts/i? What if it found out? Would it spread it through the school? Would it tell Dumbledore? iOnly time will tell,/i Lauren thought as she quickly shoved that thought to the back of her head.
A few minutes later, the train arrived at its destination, Hogwarts. Lauren was whisked away by Professor McGonagall as Harry, Hermione, and Ron were lead up to the castle, so the feast could begin.
"Good Evening," Dumbledore said, loud enough to be heard by all.
"Welcome to all those in Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and those yet to be sorted." He diverted their attention to the long line that had formed of first year students.
Harry looked at the first year's line to see that Lauren was not there. He sighed wondering where she was. Did he really care that much? Becoming depressed at the thought of her not being here? iWow,/i Harry thought to himself, he had really fallen hard.
Harry couldn't remember the last time the sorting had gone by so quickly, it seemed almost unimaginably quick. iMaybe,/i Harry thought iit was because I was thinking about Lauren all that time/i. But he quickly shook that thought out of his head.
And as Dumbledore raised his glass in a salute, the food soon appeared on the tables, and the students began to eat. The usual gossip of who's gone out with whom had been diverted to Ron and Hermione; apparently, they were getting quite a bit of publicity.
Angelina Johnson turned to Harry.
"Do you think Ron has the guts to...you know..", she said mysteriously.
"What?!" Harry said loudly.
The Gryffindors looked at him oddly, and the Hufflepuffs followed suit.
"Hush!" She said, "I'm surprised that you don't know. It's said that Ron and Hermione are...well...you know...a pair!" She said proudly.
But as dinner soon finished, and the rumours subsided, the Gryffindors were left to bask in the glory that is Gryffindor Tower. They were soon shooed out of the Great Hall, and they began the long walk up to their common rooms.
Harry walked through the wide hallways of Hogwarts as if it were an old friend he hadn't seen in years.
He heard a familiar voice call, Lauren.
Harry turned around and waited for the rushing brunette, as she hurried up the hallway to meet up with him.
"Hi Lauren, how'd the sorting hat treat you?" Harry replied.
"Well, I got sorted into Gryffindor!" She said in between pants.
"Guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you now," Harry said, with a bit of glee in his tone.
"I guess so," she answered as they both walked into the common room
"Where have you been all this time? Well, never mind, we're nearly at Hogwarts, so you should get changed and stuff." Hermione said plainly, although curiosity still lingered in her tone.
Lauren got dressed quickly, and afterwards, continued to chat with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Ron still eyed her suspiciously, as if he had known where she had been.
"So, how exactly does this sorting process work?" Lauren asked curiously.
"Well, it's quite simple. They place the sorting hat on your head in front of the school, and it sorts through your thoughts for a bit. After that, it tells you which house you belong in." Harry said smartly.
Lauren hesitated to say anything...The sorting hat sorts through your ithoughts/i? What if it found out? Would it spread it through the school? Would it tell Dumbledore? iOnly time will tell,/i Lauren thought as she quickly shoved that thought to the back of her head.
A few minutes later, the train arrived at its destination, Hogwarts. Lauren was whisked away by Professor McGonagall as Harry, Hermione, and Ron were lead up to the castle, so the feast could begin.
"Good Evening," Dumbledore said, loud enough to be heard by all.
"Welcome to all those in Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and those yet to be sorted." He diverted their attention to the long line that had formed of first year students.
Harry looked at the first year's line to see that Lauren was not there. He sighed wondering where she was. Did he really care that much? Becoming depressed at the thought of her not being here? iWow,/i Harry thought to himself, he had really fallen hard.
Harry couldn't remember the last time the sorting had gone by so quickly, it seemed almost unimaginably quick. iMaybe,/i Harry thought iit was because I was thinking about Lauren all that time/i. But he quickly shook that thought out of his head.
And as Dumbledore raised his glass in a salute, the food soon appeared on the tables, and the students began to eat. The usual gossip of who's gone out with whom had been diverted to Ron and Hermione; apparently, they were getting quite a bit of publicity.
Angelina Johnson turned to Harry.
"Do you think Ron has the guts to...you know..", she said mysteriously.
"What?!" Harry said loudly.
The Gryffindors looked at him oddly, and the Hufflepuffs followed suit.
"Hush!" She said, "I'm surprised that you don't know. It's said that Ron and Hermione are...well...you know...a pair!" She said proudly.
But as dinner soon finished, and the rumours subsided, the Gryffindors were left to bask in the glory that is Gryffindor Tower. They were soon shooed out of the Great Hall, and they began the long walk up to their common rooms.
Harry walked through the wide hallways of Hogwarts as if it were an old friend he hadn't seen in years.
He heard a familiar voice call, Lauren.
Harry turned around and waited for the rushing brunette, as she hurried up the hallway to meet up with him.
"Hi Lauren, how'd the sorting hat treat you?" Harry replied.
"Well, I got sorted into Gryffindor!" She said in between pants.
"Guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you now," Harry said, with a bit of glee in his tone.
"I guess so," she answered as they both walked into the common room