Disclaimer: Sorry it was not mentioned earlier. . . heh. . . I do not own some of the names, the concept, and overall Hogwarts. . .wish I did, but I have to settle w/ my own made up characters. . .there's 23 of them in the Regiment by the by. (I also don't own some other things. . .cough Douglas Adams. . . Pendragon. . . Jack B. Nimble () )

This is just the intro. . .heh. . .whoot. Special thanks (thus far) to hamburgergirl for being the only one to input. . .you go girl!!
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After Robin Killingham went into Slytherin, McKenszie Kinely went into Hufflepuff and so did Malcom Madson (who faced a mass of negative attention due to the fact that he was the only black student in Hogwarts in the year 1851) it was finally Sandra McGonagall's turn. But after fighting mentally with the hat for Gryffindor, it deemed her best in Hufflepuff. Now she knew why they called it Hufflepuff: once in you huff a lot. Angrily she watched Anthony Naterman go into Ravenclaw, Jack Nimble join her in Hufflepuff, Michelle Nunsen-Torry go into Slytherin, and Robert Pendragon go into the house she so desired.

Once Delila Pfiller sat down in Ravenclaw, a third year girl turned to Sandra and asked "What's wrong?"

"I'm in Hufflepuff, that's what's wrong!" Sandra snapped at the girl.

Devillon Potter went into Slytherin.

The girl was not displeased, in fact she was still smiling. Sandra would've just dismissed it for stupidity if not for the next series of events. "You sound just like I did," she said.

Lenore Ravenclaw went into Ravenclaw.

Sandra snapped her head in anger at the girl and spat back, "What did you say!?"

"I said, you sound just like I did," the smile not fading.

The Slytherin table applauded as they welcomed in Jonah Rumpelstein.

The girl continued talking. "My whole family thought I would be in Ravenclaw, I mean, they were all in Ravenclaw and I looked like Ravenclaw material, but here I am! And I was pretty upset about it just like you are."

First year Sampson Tully sat down next to Sandra.

The girl continued. "But after a little while, I began to understand why I was put in here. I had so much free time to learn extra things outside of classes and began to do some pretty amazing stuff. And when I got in trouble, I just played dumb. No one, and I mean no one, questions the ignorance of a Hufflepuff. You'd be amazed with the things you could get away with here."

Harriet Turngeson went into Gryffindor.

Sandra stared, mouth agape, then smiled. Maybe Hufflepuff wouldn't be so bad. She watched Kurt Vonnegon go into Slytherin, Elizabeth Warrington go into Ravenclaw, Luke Weasley got into Gryffindor, and Li When-Shi, Wan Xu, and Benjamen Zephski all went into Ravenclaw. Then she enjoyed her meal, talking with the third year, asking for wisdom. She even talked with the first years around her.

The black boy sat alone at the end of the table, picking at his food. She stared at him in interest until a small tanned boy got up and joined him. The smaller boy started talking and laughing like there was no difference between the two of them. Sandra's nicer side got the better of her and she too joined them. Soon, the first years had congregated at the end of the table, rather than scrunched up with the upper classmen to stay away from the different boy.

The black boy's name was Malcom; he was nice, friendly, and had very open and blunt opinions. He was from South Africa and was the adopted son of two white, Dutch, wizarding parents. Everyone had questions for him and made him feel welcome.

Sandra decided that her new house was not so bad after all.

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Before you ask. . .this is not professor McGonagall. . . her name is Minerva!! Not Sandra!! Got it!?

Secondly, if you have a problem w/ me pointing out that Malcom is a vast majority, I suggest you not read this story!! There's worse later on. . .

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