The rain had not let up by the time the Hogwarts Express pulled into the
station; outside it was dark and gloomy. When the train came to it's final
stop, all the students began to get off. People were pushed and shoved as
many students left for the carriages. Amaya found herself entrigued by the
rushing, even though her old school wasn't known for it's empty corridors.
So instead of rushing out like everyone else, she took her time; and the
majority of the carriages were taken by the time she got off the train. It
didn't bother her much, she was used to things like that happening.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione got a carriage to themselves; after they forced their way through the hoards of Hogwarts students. The famliar call of Hagrid could be heard though the steadily falling sheet of rain. Ginny joined them in the carriage. "I'm soaked." Hermione stated when they were in the carriage. She was wringing rain water from her hair. "Shut up, Ron." "I wasn't going to say anything." Ron replied. "Yes, you were." she told him. "And I don't want to hear it."
Amaya pulled herself into the last carriage with Lori.
"I think one of the good things about you being here is that no one wants to share a carriage with you." Amaya told her.
"Oh, how appreicated I feel." Lori replied sarcasticaly.
"I mean it in a good way. More room for us anyway."
Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting for Amaya at the entrance to the castle when her carricage pulled up. Amaya, having gotten out of the carriage, dragged her trunk towards the main entrance of the castle. She was followed by her kneazle, Mischeif. Before entering the castle, she knelt down to Mischeif.
"Go on and play, I know you want to. Just don't get lost."
"A kneazle is never lost." Hermione spoke up.
"Oh, yeah... Good point." Amaya shrugged, and turned back to Mischeif. "Oh well, you'll know where to find me then. Off you go."
Mischeif turned around, and ran into the night, her body becoming less visable through the pouring sheets of rain, and the mist that was present in the air. Amaya then dragged her trunk inside, and placed it with Harry, Ron, and Hermione's, still slightly cautious as to whether or not it would be there upon her return. She was lead into the Great Hall, where she was forced to take her eyes off of the ceiling -which was depeciting the sky outside ("That's so cool," she told them.)- in order to be led to her seat. While there, she notice Professor McGonnagal placing the same hat which she wore for a brief moment that summer onto a stool at the front of the Hall. And as if to follow a long-standing tradtion. The mouth of the Hat opened, and it began to recite a song.
They call me The Sorting Hat If you don't already know Sit back, and relax, And I'll tell you where to go I'm good with what I do Putting young students where they belong Four houses from which to pick And no, I'm never wrong Might you be a Gryffindor? Of the strong and brave Ones good and daring With actions that never sway A Slytherin, perhaps? So sneaky and cunning Such ambitous fellows Who let no one stand in thier way Could a Ravenclaw be you? Smart and quick-witted As for the intelligent mind You are never far behind Just maybe you're a Hufflepuff? Sure to be good workers Those of pure loyalty Always just and kind So, hurry it up will you? There's no time left to spare Place me on top your head I'll find out what's in there There's no need to worry And certainly nothing to fear You're in the right place to be sorted For I, The Sorting Hat, am here.
The entire Hall bursted into applause when the Sorting Hat had finished. Professor McGonnagal pulled out a scroll, and read the names of the first- years standing close by. Amaya, on the other hand, had stopped paying attention. She pulled out a peice of paper from her pocket, and quill, and some ink. She then began writing, it appeared as if she was taking notes, or making a list on something. However, she paused to listen, and at the hearing of some names from Professor McGonnagal, made small markings on the side of her "notes." When all the first-years had been sorted, Amaya folded up her paper, screwed the cap on her ink, and placed everything back inside the pocket on her robe.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione got a carriage to themselves; after they forced their way through the hoards of Hogwarts students. The famliar call of Hagrid could be heard though the steadily falling sheet of rain. Ginny joined them in the carriage. "I'm soaked." Hermione stated when they were in the carriage. She was wringing rain water from her hair. "Shut up, Ron." "I wasn't going to say anything." Ron replied. "Yes, you were." she told him. "And I don't want to hear it."
Amaya pulled herself into the last carriage with Lori.
"I think one of the good things about you being here is that no one wants to share a carriage with you." Amaya told her.
"Oh, how appreicated I feel." Lori replied sarcasticaly.
"I mean it in a good way. More room for us anyway."
Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting for Amaya at the entrance to the castle when her carricage pulled up. Amaya, having gotten out of the carriage, dragged her trunk towards the main entrance of the castle. She was followed by her kneazle, Mischeif. Before entering the castle, she knelt down to Mischeif.
"Go on and play, I know you want to. Just don't get lost."
"A kneazle is never lost." Hermione spoke up.
"Oh, yeah... Good point." Amaya shrugged, and turned back to Mischeif. "Oh well, you'll know where to find me then. Off you go."
Mischeif turned around, and ran into the night, her body becoming less visable through the pouring sheets of rain, and the mist that was present in the air. Amaya then dragged her trunk inside, and placed it with Harry, Ron, and Hermione's, still slightly cautious as to whether or not it would be there upon her return. She was lead into the Great Hall, where she was forced to take her eyes off of the ceiling -which was depeciting the sky outside ("That's so cool," she told them.)- in order to be led to her seat. While there, she notice Professor McGonnagal placing the same hat which she wore for a brief moment that summer onto a stool at the front of the Hall. And as if to follow a long-standing tradtion. The mouth of the Hat opened, and it began to recite a song.
They call me The Sorting Hat If you don't already know Sit back, and relax, And I'll tell you where to go I'm good with what I do Putting young students where they belong Four houses from which to pick And no, I'm never wrong Might you be a Gryffindor? Of the strong and brave Ones good and daring With actions that never sway A Slytherin, perhaps? So sneaky and cunning Such ambitous fellows Who let no one stand in thier way Could a Ravenclaw be you? Smart and quick-witted As for the intelligent mind You are never far behind Just maybe you're a Hufflepuff? Sure to be good workers Those of pure loyalty Always just and kind So, hurry it up will you? There's no time left to spare Place me on top your head I'll find out what's in there There's no need to worry And certainly nothing to fear You're in the right place to be sorted For I, The Sorting Hat, am here.
The entire Hall bursted into applause when the Sorting Hat had finished. Professor McGonnagal pulled out a scroll, and read the names of the first- years standing close by. Amaya, on the other hand, had stopped paying attention. She pulled out a peice of paper from her pocket, and quill, and some ink. She then began writing, it appeared as if she was taking notes, or making a list on something. However, she paused to listen, and at the hearing of some names from Professor McGonnagal, made small markings on the side of her "notes." When all the first-years had been sorted, Amaya folded up her paper, screwed the cap on her ink, and placed everything back inside the pocket on her robe.