Hey. So, yeah, third chapter. I made a few changes to this chapter, so... yeah. Just thought you oughtta know..
Thanks to the lovely people who reviewed!
Well, on with the chappie......
The three climbed out of the carriage and started toward the castle. It seemed that it had been eternity since they had last seen it, instead of simply one summer.
They made their way to the Great Hall, where a feast awaited them.
Everyone took their seats, all pushing to sit by their friends. In came Professor McGonagall, followed by the frightened first-years, and all became quiet.
The stool was set down in its usual place, with the Sorting Hat atop it. Then, the aged hat began to sing:
A very long time ago,
When I was very new,
Made by our four founders,
Each distinct, it's true.
Slytherin said, "Only those of pure blood
Will I collect!"
Ravenclaw declared, "I will choose only those
With greatest intellect!"
Gryffindor firmly stated, "I will take those brave at heart,
Who get up when they fall!"
Hufflepuff said finally, "I will teach them all!"
The four great friends were separated,
Yes it's sad, but true,
But if you all stand together,
It will not happen to you.
I sit here and smile,
As I watch your face contort.
Well, come forward now first-years,
I believe it's time to sort!
(A/N: Shut up. I know the song is crappy. But let's see YOU do better.)
Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other. This was very unusual. Two warnings in a row, one year after another. Their train of thought was cut short when the sorting began.
"Barrios, Victoria!" A girl walked up with brunette hair up neatly in a ponytail. She carried a confidence with her ('Like a Malfoy...,'Harry, Ron, and Hermione thought), but she had an air that told you she was intelligent... a Hermione-like air...
"Slytherin!"
"Baladore, Robert!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
And so it went. Names were called and tables applauded. It was all the same to the three Gryffindors, until they saw a sight that they had only seen once before.
"Red, Nathandra!" Called Professor McGonagall. A tiny shivering girl stepped forward, her dripping long brown hair drawn around her like a curtain. She had fallen in, just as Denis Creevey had on his trip across the lake in his first year. But, unlike Dennis, Nathandra didn't look the least proud.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, slipping down and covering her eyes. It sat still for a minute, pondering.
"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat yelled finally. Nathandra jumped gratefully down from the stool, and took a seat at the Griffindor table. She didn't have any tales to share of the giant squid.
"Rocca, Jerry!" A black-haired boy walked forwards slowly, his head down.
"RAVENCLAW!" The Sorting Hat said immediately the second it touched his head.
"Sanborn, Marion!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Santana, Christopher!"
"GRIFFINDOR!"
And on and on it went, until finally the last first-year was sorted ("Zaphrel, Brian!" "RAVENCLAW!"). Everyone turned to Dumbledore expectantly, but surprisingly, it was Professor McGonagal who stood.
"This year, we have a special treat. A sixth-year, from Warwick Wizarding School far off in America, has come to join us. We will all welcome her with open arms. Please step forward, Miss Laine."
The Jade stepped forward, eyeing the crowd, looking it over almost as if she was searching for someone.
"This is Sage Laine" Continued Professor McGonagal, "She will be sorted as everyone else has been." Professor McGonagal stepped back and gestured to the stool with a wave of her arm, "Miss Laine?"
Sage walked cautiously up to the stool. She lowered her self onto it and neatened her robes. Her eyebrow cocked suspiciously at the grinning Sorting Hat. Professor McGonagal placed it unto her head and it fit perfectly, unlike the heads of the first-years who were stuck staring at the black fabric lining the aged hat.
Everyone watched as Sage's eyes widened, then darted around the room. She gave a small nod, then a quick shake of the head. Harry wondered what she was thinking.
Then, finally...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor House Table cheered loudly. Sage gave a small smile before sitting next to Katie Bell.
And then finally, Dumbledore stood to speak.
"And so a new school year comes and will go all too soon. Well, let's make it a good one!" Everyone cheered, "The only announcements I'd like to make are that the green door on the fifth floor is forbidden and we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Please stand, Ms. Andres. Can we get an applause?" Ms. Andres went red in the face, "Also, I'd like to remind all of you that no students are allowed in the Forbidden Forest." Everyone turned to look at Harry and Ron, who could only shrug and smile. "I have only one more thing to say to you all...
Let's eat!"
The plates filled themselves with food. Ron had his mouth stuffed to bursting point in less than three seconds flat. Fred and George (who were not students, but given special permission to join the feast) doubled over in laughter as Neville's bewitched fork turned into a frog the moment he touched it. Hermione told anyone who would listen about the complicated transfiguration spell she had figured out.
Sage, on the other hand, didn't eat much, but spent most of her time looking curiously, almost despondently at Harry, another student somewhere far off, and her nearly empty plate.
Harry was the only one to notice this, but shook it off. But attempting to ignore those oddly green and purple eyes wasn't the easiest task to do. Especially if they gave you the feeling that the owner knew something you didn't.
Thanks to the lovely people who reviewed!
Well, on with the chappie......
The three climbed out of the carriage and started toward the castle. It seemed that it had been eternity since they had last seen it, instead of simply one summer.
They made their way to the Great Hall, where a feast awaited them.
Everyone took their seats, all pushing to sit by their friends. In came Professor McGonagall, followed by the frightened first-years, and all became quiet.
The stool was set down in its usual place, with the Sorting Hat atop it. Then, the aged hat began to sing:
A very long time ago,
When I was very new,
Made by our four founders,
Each distinct, it's true.
Slytherin said, "Only those of pure blood
Will I collect!"
Ravenclaw declared, "I will choose only those
With greatest intellect!"
Gryffindor firmly stated, "I will take those brave at heart,
Who get up when they fall!"
Hufflepuff said finally, "I will teach them all!"
The four great friends were separated,
Yes it's sad, but true,
But if you all stand together,
It will not happen to you.
I sit here and smile,
As I watch your face contort.
Well, come forward now first-years,
I believe it's time to sort!
(A/N: Shut up. I know the song is crappy. But let's see YOU do better.)
Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other. This was very unusual. Two warnings in a row, one year after another. Their train of thought was cut short when the sorting began.
"Barrios, Victoria!" A girl walked up with brunette hair up neatly in a ponytail. She carried a confidence with her ('Like a Malfoy...,'Harry, Ron, and Hermione thought), but she had an air that told you she was intelligent... a Hermione-like air...
"Slytherin!"
"Baladore, Robert!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
And so it went. Names were called and tables applauded. It was all the same to the three Gryffindors, until they saw a sight that they had only seen once before.
"Red, Nathandra!" Called Professor McGonagall. A tiny shivering girl stepped forward, her dripping long brown hair drawn around her like a curtain. She had fallen in, just as Denis Creevey had on his trip across the lake in his first year. But, unlike Dennis, Nathandra didn't look the least proud.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, slipping down and covering her eyes. It sat still for a minute, pondering.
"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat yelled finally. Nathandra jumped gratefully down from the stool, and took a seat at the Griffindor table. She didn't have any tales to share of the giant squid.
"Rocca, Jerry!" A black-haired boy walked forwards slowly, his head down.
"RAVENCLAW!" The Sorting Hat said immediately the second it touched his head.
"Sanborn, Marion!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Santana, Christopher!"
"GRIFFINDOR!"
And on and on it went, until finally the last first-year was sorted ("Zaphrel, Brian!" "RAVENCLAW!"). Everyone turned to Dumbledore expectantly, but surprisingly, it was Professor McGonagal who stood.
"This year, we have a special treat. A sixth-year, from Warwick Wizarding School far off in America, has come to join us. We will all welcome her with open arms. Please step forward, Miss Laine."
The Jade stepped forward, eyeing the crowd, looking it over almost as if she was searching for someone.
"This is Sage Laine" Continued Professor McGonagal, "She will be sorted as everyone else has been." Professor McGonagal stepped back and gestured to the stool with a wave of her arm, "Miss Laine?"
Sage walked cautiously up to the stool. She lowered her self onto it and neatened her robes. Her eyebrow cocked suspiciously at the grinning Sorting Hat. Professor McGonagal placed it unto her head and it fit perfectly, unlike the heads of the first-years who were stuck staring at the black fabric lining the aged hat.
Everyone watched as Sage's eyes widened, then darted around the room. She gave a small nod, then a quick shake of the head. Harry wondered what she was thinking.
Then, finally...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor House Table cheered loudly. Sage gave a small smile before sitting next to Katie Bell.
And then finally, Dumbledore stood to speak.
"And so a new school year comes and will go all too soon. Well, let's make it a good one!" Everyone cheered, "The only announcements I'd like to make are that the green door on the fifth floor is forbidden and we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Please stand, Ms. Andres. Can we get an applause?" Ms. Andres went red in the face, "Also, I'd like to remind all of you that no students are allowed in the Forbidden Forest." Everyone turned to look at Harry and Ron, who could only shrug and smile. "I have only one more thing to say to you all...
Let's eat!"
The plates filled themselves with food. Ron had his mouth stuffed to bursting point in less than three seconds flat. Fred and George (who were not students, but given special permission to join the feast) doubled over in laughter as Neville's bewitched fork turned into a frog the moment he touched it. Hermione told anyone who would listen about the complicated transfiguration spell she had figured out.
Sage, on the other hand, didn't eat much, but spent most of her time looking curiously, almost despondently at Harry, another student somewhere far off, and her nearly empty plate.
Harry was the only one to notice this, but shook it off. But attempting to ignore those oddly green and purple eyes wasn't the easiest task to do. Especially if they gave you the feeling that the owner knew something you didn't.