Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
The new student walked shyly up to with the others. It was quite embarrassing to be there with a bunch of first years when she was a third year. She bowed her head so that she couldn't see anyone looking at her. When the group stopped she finally raised her head and saw a strict looking witch with a long parchment in her hands.
"When I call your names, you will come up, I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your house," she said. She glanced at the names and the girl waited in anticipation.
"Katherina Rendralla," she said. The girl took a deep breath and walked up to the witch. She sat on the stool and the hat was placed upon her head.
"Hmm, you have a past, a past that you need to overcome. You will do well I believe in Slytherin!" The hat cried. She smiled shyly as the Slytherin table cheered. She heard another table booing and hissing. She wondered why they hated her so.
Not far away, about three tables actually, three students glared at the new girl.
"Why would someone like that be sorted into Slytherin? She doesn't seem to have the right attitude," Hermione said.
"She is totally hot," one of the twins, George said.
"Eww she's younger than your sister George!" Harry said. At the mention of 'sister' Ginny turned her attention to the Dream Team and her brothers.
"What are we talking about?" She asked.
"George fancies a first year," Fred said. Ginny grimaced and looked around.
"Who is she?" She asked. Fred pointed over to the Slytherin table at the girl.
"Oh you mean Katie? She isn't a first year Fred, she's in third year, and she just got transferred,"
"How do you know that?" Harry asked.
"Colin heard it from Sara who heard it from Luna that a new girl from Spain was coming here," she answered simply. The Dream Team looked over at the Slytherin table again and weren't surprised to see Draco Malfoy smirking evilly at them. He raised an eyebrow at them and then turned his attention to the new girl. He moved closer to her and said something to her in her ear. She blushed and laughed.
"Not right, stupid git," George said. He looked like he was ready to kill someone.
"What do you care George? He's going to mould her into a lemming soon anyway," Ron said.
"Not right, I wonder if the hat was right to put her there. She doesn't seem to fit," Fred said, thinking along the same lines as his twin.