Love, or is it?
A trembling first year boy followed many other echoing foot steps into to the infamous Great Hall. As he entered, he gazed up at the ceiling to find it looked exactly like the ominous sky outside. There was a choir singing a welcoming song for the first years, the boy could only catch part of it:
Since early years, For seven years, Young wizards here would learn: Magic beyond their wildest dreams, Unfortunately, we've still got the poltergeist, Peeves! He doesn't help much, But can bring upon or lift off a gloomy mood, Controlled only by his fear, Of the Bloody Baron.
Right then the boy knew he didn't want to have anything to do with this "Peeves" and thought the song could have been better written. He was to nervous to dwell on the thought and so he looked around at his fellow first years, near the beginning of the line, he spied a tall, handsome boy that he recognized from the train trip, and a bit farther away he saw a girl with the most magnificently red hair, and a beautiful face.
'Wow!' He thought, 'I'll bet I'll never get a girlfriend like her!'
He was ignoring the group of giggling girls farther down the line from him. On his right was a pale, sickly looking boy. It looked as though he would keel over any moment. Just the, the sorting began. The song was song from a hole near the brim of an old, patched up hat. Then the names were called. The handsome boy was first,
"Black, Sirius."
"Gryffindor!"
James looked at the Gryffindor table, hoping he could be Sirius' friend. He gazed at the room, then snapping back to attention when the beautiful girl was called,
"Evans, Lily."
"Gryffindor"
Lily turned to a couple girls behind her, hugged them, and strolled off, gracefully.
Next it was Lily's first friend's turn. She had dark brown curls, and hazel eyes, with a spot of freckles here and there.
"Doupont, Catrina"
"Gryffindor!"
Lily cheered the loudest.
Then it was the other girl's turn. Her hair was so blond it could have been white, her body was frail, yet there was something about her smile that cause her to look extremely pretty.
"Talbot, Erin"
"Gryffindor!"
And here came the cheers. More people were called, but the boy didn't pay attention til he heard his own name.
"Potter, James"
"Gryffindor!"
A trembling first year boy followed many other echoing foot steps into to the infamous Great Hall. As he entered, he gazed up at the ceiling to find it looked exactly like the ominous sky outside. There was a choir singing a welcoming song for the first years, the boy could only catch part of it:
Since early years, For seven years, Young wizards here would learn: Magic beyond their wildest dreams, Unfortunately, we've still got the poltergeist, Peeves! He doesn't help much, But can bring upon or lift off a gloomy mood, Controlled only by his fear, Of the Bloody Baron.
Right then the boy knew he didn't want to have anything to do with this "Peeves" and thought the song could have been better written. He was to nervous to dwell on the thought and so he looked around at his fellow first years, near the beginning of the line, he spied a tall, handsome boy that he recognized from the train trip, and a bit farther away he saw a girl with the most magnificently red hair, and a beautiful face.
'Wow!' He thought, 'I'll bet I'll never get a girlfriend like her!'
He was ignoring the group of giggling girls farther down the line from him. On his right was a pale, sickly looking boy. It looked as though he would keel over any moment. Just the, the sorting began. The song was song from a hole near the brim of an old, patched up hat. Then the names were called. The handsome boy was first,
"Black, Sirius."
"Gryffindor!"
James looked at the Gryffindor table, hoping he could be Sirius' friend. He gazed at the room, then snapping back to attention when the beautiful girl was called,
"Evans, Lily."
"Gryffindor"
Lily turned to a couple girls behind her, hugged them, and strolled off, gracefully.
Next it was Lily's first friend's turn. She had dark brown curls, and hazel eyes, with a spot of freckles here and there.
"Doupont, Catrina"
"Gryffindor!"
Lily cheered the loudest.
Then it was the other girl's turn. Her hair was so blond it could have been white, her body was frail, yet there was something about her smile that cause her to look extremely pretty.
"Talbot, Erin"
"Gryffindor!"
And here came the cheers. More people were called, but the boy didn't pay attention til he heard his own name.
"Potter, James"
"Gryffindor!"