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O Lorien, and even Slydawn, although I can't access his skyblog. Thank you,
thank you, thank you! Keep on reviewing! Oh, and Aviarianna, thanks for the
compliment. Now if only I can get into mensa...
For the usual, if I were JK Rowling, would I be on ? The great and fabulous Harry Potter belongs to her, and anyone she cares to share it with. However, all scientific theories belong to me (Mwhahaha!) , and the Star Trek shows that I got the idea from.
And on a completely unrelated note, anybody who likes the character Q from Star Trek should read the book I,Q. And anybody who agrees the This Means War! should get a move on should help me pester Jeconais. Thanks for reading this!
The first years where herded into the Great Hall like so many cattle. Kestrel felt rather like she had when she had been the junior homecoming queen in her town – very much on display.
Professor McGonagall carried out the Sorting Hat, placing it squarely in front of the (slightly terrified) first year students. There was a moments silence, and then...
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty But don't judge by what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat then me. You can keep your bowler's black, Your top hat's sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might be in Hufflepuff Where they are just and loyal Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you're of ready mind Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a thinking cap!"
Their was a spattering of applause, while Kestrel reflected on just how punny that song really was.
"Abbott, Hannah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted to the crowd. Hannah made her way to the Hufflepuff house, very much relived when the spotlight turned off her when the next first year was called.
"Bones, Susan."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Applause reined for a moment, before Susan took her seat next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Terry Boot took an empty seat, and Professor McGonagall cleared her throat before calling out the next name.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Mandy went to the Ravenclaw table, grinning broadly.
"Brown, Lavender."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Lavender took her seat among applause and catcalls from the Gryffindor table.
"Bullstrode, Millicent."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Under cover of the applause, the hat grumbled something along the lines of "Patch of poor-quality felt indeed!"
Millicent took her seat magisterially, and Professor McGonagall squinted at the next name.
"Cascara, Kestrel."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Kestrel took an empty seat next to the Bloody Baron, amidst much mutters and whispers. Being the first Muggle born to enter Slytherin in the century had that effect on people.
Professor McGonagall swept the hall with a penetrating glare before reading the next name.
"Crabbe, Vincent."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Vincent took a seat near Millicent, understandably far away from Kestrel.
"Dedans, Mieko."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Mieko went to join Many and Terry at the Hufflepuff table.
"Fich-Fletchley, Justin."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Finnegan, Seamus."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Goyle, Gregory."
"SLYTHERIN!"
And so it continued. Kestrel clapped politely of Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, along with Ron, Neville, and Harry, and as Padma entered the Ravenclaw table. But beyond that, she was lost, turning over in her mind the advice the Hat had given her.
"You have a lioness inside of you, and a snake, and a badger, and a raven. To be frank, I have no idea where to put you."
"I'm in Slytherin. Not hardworking enough to be in Hufflepuff, to meek for Gryffindor. I could probably get along alright in Ravenclaw, but being in Slytherin would be a challenge."
"Very well then..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Kestrel was jarred out of her thoughts as Blaise joined her table, taking a seat right next to her.
"Do you have any idea what you're getting into?" she hissed as she sat down
"Nope." said Kestrel cheerily. "But at least you're in the same boat... oh wow!"
While they were talking, Dumbledore's shortest speech in the world had taken place, and dishes of food were piling themselves high all over the Great Hall.
"I suppose reading about it if a bit different than seeing it huh?" Blaise smiled, scooping some mash potatoes out of a bowl.
"You bet." Kestrel said, taking four legs of fried chicken from a plate.
Malfoy glared at them from his seat down the table. "I don't know how you can eat, Zambini, with the stink of Mudblood fouling up the air."
Kestrel surveyed Malfoy with intense dislike before commenting. "I'm quiet happy to report that your disgusting odor is quiet overpowering my own, thank you very much."
The were a few whistles, and suddenly Malfoy and Kestrel were the center of the entire table's attention. They glared at each other. Although she did not notice it, several of the professors were watching apprehensively.
"My disgusting odor! Ha! At least now we know purebloods have a superior sense of smell along with everything else." Malfoy proclaimed
"Well, at least my family didn't become filthy rich by running around in masks after Snake-Face. Pass the corn."
Malfoy blinked for a moment, before sneering maliciously. "As if you have an ounce of wizarding gold in your bank account."
"I assure you, I have several tons. Now, are you going to pass the corn, or do you need one of your shaved gorillas to do it for you?" cut in Kestrel.
"Several tons! Liar." Malfoy said, but Kestrel knew she had him.
"Get your head out of your arse for a second Malfoy. I could afford to spend three times your entire family's vault and not even make a dent in my account. If you cannot process that thought, even with that overly large head of yours, then that's not my problem. Now, are you going to pass the corn, or can you not deal with anything other than your superiority complex?"
He passed the corn.
"That was... interesting." commented Professor Snape to no one in particular as he watched the Malfoy heir slide the corn across the table.
"Interesting doesn't cover it." muttered McGonagall as she helped herself to some of the T-bone steak at the staff table. "A Malfoy just passed a Muggle-born the corn. The world has ended."
"This is, of course, after a Muggle-born has been sorted into Slytherin, and the universe ended." squeaked Flitwick as he reach for some turkey.
"It seems that quiet a lot of things have ended today." remarked Dumbledore pensively, and the staff table settled into a rather uneasy silence.
"S-so, Pr-pr-professor Sn-snape," asked Quirrel timidly, eyes darting from side to side. "What-what i-is it a-ab-about werewolves th-that you w-were saying?"
Harry looked up at the staff table wonderingly, eyes wandering over the many characters situated there. His eyes came to rest on a greasy hair professor talking with Professor Quirrel and, for a brief moment, he felt his scar burn as though it had re-opened.
Understandably concerned, he stared at the pair for a moment, before turning to Percy, Ron's older brother who was trying to gently introduce him to the facts of life.
"...so that's why Moody got sorted into Slytherin. Although some people think that he took the caution part a bit to far..." Percy trailed off, surveying Ron's rather stunned face.
"Er, Percy?" Harry said. The Gryffindor prefect turned to face him
"Yes what is it, Harry.?"
"Who's that man talking to Professor Quirrel?" Harry questioned
"Professor Snape. He's very strict, not the type of man you want to cross. He also tends to lean a bit towards Slytherins, as far as awarding points and such. Why do you ask?" Percy said curiously.
"No reason. I was just curious." Harry said quickly, turning back to look at the staff table once more.
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For the usual, if I were JK Rowling, would I be on ? The great and fabulous Harry Potter belongs to her, and anyone she cares to share it with. However, all scientific theories belong to me (Mwhahaha!) , and the Star Trek shows that I got the idea from.
And on a completely unrelated note, anybody who likes the character Q from Star Trek should read the book I,Q. And anybody who agrees the This Means War! should get a move on should help me pester Jeconais. Thanks for reading this!
The first years where herded into the Great Hall like so many cattle. Kestrel felt rather like she had when she had been the junior homecoming queen in her town – very much on display.
Professor McGonagall carried out the Sorting Hat, placing it squarely in front of the (slightly terrified) first year students. There was a moments silence, and then...
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty But don't judge by what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat then me. You can keep your bowler's black, Your top hat's sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might be in Hufflepuff Where they are just and loyal Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you're of ready mind Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a thinking cap!"
Their was a spattering of applause, while Kestrel reflected on just how punny that song really was.
"Abbott, Hannah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted to the crowd. Hannah made her way to the Hufflepuff house, very much relived when the spotlight turned off her when the next first year was called.
"Bones, Susan."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Applause reined for a moment, before Susan took her seat next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Terry Boot took an empty seat, and Professor McGonagall cleared her throat before calling out the next name.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Mandy went to the Ravenclaw table, grinning broadly.
"Brown, Lavender."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Lavender took her seat among applause and catcalls from the Gryffindor table.
"Bullstrode, Millicent."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Under cover of the applause, the hat grumbled something along the lines of "Patch of poor-quality felt indeed!"
Millicent took her seat magisterially, and Professor McGonagall squinted at the next name.
"Cascara, Kestrel."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Kestrel took an empty seat next to the Bloody Baron, amidst much mutters and whispers. Being the first Muggle born to enter Slytherin in the century had that effect on people.
Professor McGonagall swept the hall with a penetrating glare before reading the next name.
"Crabbe, Vincent."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Vincent took a seat near Millicent, understandably far away from Kestrel.
"Dedans, Mieko."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Mieko went to join Many and Terry at the Hufflepuff table.
"Fich-Fletchley, Justin."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Finnegan, Seamus."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Goyle, Gregory."
"SLYTHERIN!"
And so it continued. Kestrel clapped politely of Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, along with Ron, Neville, and Harry, and as Padma entered the Ravenclaw table. But beyond that, she was lost, turning over in her mind the advice the Hat had given her.
"You have a lioness inside of you, and a snake, and a badger, and a raven. To be frank, I have no idea where to put you."
"I'm in Slytherin. Not hardworking enough to be in Hufflepuff, to meek for Gryffindor. I could probably get along alright in Ravenclaw, but being in Slytherin would be a challenge."
"Very well then..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Kestrel was jarred out of her thoughts as Blaise joined her table, taking a seat right next to her.
"Do you have any idea what you're getting into?" she hissed as she sat down
"Nope." said Kestrel cheerily. "But at least you're in the same boat... oh wow!"
While they were talking, Dumbledore's shortest speech in the world had taken place, and dishes of food were piling themselves high all over the Great Hall.
"I suppose reading about it if a bit different than seeing it huh?" Blaise smiled, scooping some mash potatoes out of a bowl.
"You bet." Kestrel said, taking four legs of fried chicken from a plate.
Malfoy glared at them from his seat down the table. "I don't know how you can eat, Zambini, with the stink of Mudblood fouling up the air."
Kestrel surveyed Malfoy with intense dislike before commenting. "I'm quiet happy to report that your disgusting odor is quiet overpowering my own, thank you very much."
The were a few whistles, and suddenly Malfoy and Kestrel were the center of the entire table's attention. They glared at each other. Although she did not notice it, several of the professors were watching apprehensively.
"My disgusting odor! Ha! At least now we know purebloods have a superior sense of smell along with everything else." Malfoy proclaimed
"Well, at least my family didn't become filthy rich by running around in masks after Snake-Face. Pass the corn."
Malfoy blinked for a moment, before sneering maliciously. "As if you have an ounce of wizarding gold in your bank account."
"I assure you, I have several tons. Now, are you going to pass the corn, or do you need one of your shaved gorillas to do it for you?" cut in Kestrel.
"Several tons! Liar." Malfoy said, but Kestrel knew she had him.
"Get your head out of your arse for a second Malfoy. I could afford to spend three times your entire family's vault and not even make a dent in my account. If you cannot process that thought, even with that overly large head of yours, then that's not my problem. Now, are you going to pass the corn, or can you not deal with anything other than your superiority complex?"
He passed the corn.
"That was... interesting." commented Professor Snape to no one in particular as he watched the Malfoy heir slide the corn across the table.
"Interesting doesn't cover it." muttered McGonagall as she helped herself to some of the T-bone steak at the staff table. "A Malfoy just passed a Muggle-born the corn. The world has ended."
"This is, of course, after a Muggle-born has been sorted into Slytherin, and the universe ended." squeaked Flitwick as he reach for some turkey.
"It seems that quiet a lot of things have ended today." remarked Dumbledore pensively, and the staff table settled into a rather uneasy silence.
"S-so, Pr-pr-professor Sn-snape," asked Quirrel timidly, eyes darting from side to side. "What-what i-is it a-ab-about werewolves th-that you w-were saying?"
Harry looked up at the staff table wonderingly, eyes wandering over the many characters situated there. His eyes came to rest on a greasy hair professor talking with Professor Quirrel and, for a brief moment, he felt his scar burn as though it had re-opened.
Understandably concerned, he stared at the pair for a moment, before turning to Percy, Ron's older brother who was trying to gently introduce him to the facts of life.
"...so that's why Moody got sorted into Slytherin. Although some people think that he took the caution part a bit to far..." Percy trailed off, surveying Ron's rather stunned face.
"Er, Percy?" Harry said. The Gryffindor prefect turned to face him
"Yes what is it, Harry.?"
"Who's that man talking to Professor Quirrel?" Harry questioned
"Professor Snape. He's very strict, not the type of man you want to cross. He also tends to lean a bit towards Slytherins, as far as awarding points and such. Why do you ask?" Percy said curiously.
"No reason. I was just curious." Harry said quickly, turning back to look at the staff table once more.
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