Disclaimer: I don't like doing disclaimers, so Draco is going to do it for me. Right?
Draco: Do I have to? I'm kinda busy killing Pothead.
Harry: Help gurgle me…
AndryRocks: Come on, you can kill Scarface later.
Harry: pleeeaaaase blood drips down face
Draco: Stop whining, idiot. Ok, I'll do it. Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any of J.K. Rowling's pureblood, mudblood or muggle charters belong to J.K. Rowling and not AndryRocks: Though she really wishes they did. And if anyone will sell them to her for under, umm, how much do you have?
AndryRocks: twenty six, no seven dollars, two cents and a knut.
Draco: For under a knut, please contact her.
Harry: They're evil. EVIL! blood drips on floor
AndryRocks: Ewwww… somebody clean that up…
Dumbledore stood up and coughed, immediately getting all of the students attention. A few looked around, confused. The Sorting had already taken place and the Start-Of-Term speech had already been given.
"Attention!" Dumbledore said needlessly. "I know you lot are only half through your dinners, but I wanted you new students to get aquatinted with your peers and your houses for at least the first half of dinner." Again, there was a murmuring of confusion. What could be happening that would stop the students from getting to know each other. Dumbledore cleared his throat. The students quickly shut up.
"Now, as I'm sure none of you know," Hermione could be seen, sitting at the edge of her chair looking like she desperately wanted to prove that she knew whatever Dumbledore was going to say. "We have a sister school in America called Cuxana." Hermione blinked. She had read Hogwarts; a History at least fifteen times, cover to cover, and knew nothing of the sort.
"Because of the recent arrival of Voldemort," every student in the room, save Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy winced. Harry, because he had never been afraid of the name. Draco, because he was reading and zoning out. "There has been an attempt to globalize our wizarding community. In an effort to help the noble efforts of the Ministry, Hogwarts has decided to bring about 100 students from Cuxana to stay at Hogwarts for one school term." Chaos. Students were utterly dumbfounded.
At the Gryffindor table, three students talked quietly about new piece of information.
"Wow," Hermione was whispering, "All the way from the United States. That's really something." (A/N I know, America encompasses both continents. Whatever. My story, my world.).
"I wonder if they're friendly."
Of course they are, Ron. You talk about them like they're aliens or something."
"Well, they sort of are, Hermione." Harry said.
"Don't be ridicules, or course they're-"
Suddenly the great doors swung open, and everyone (including Draco) stopped what they were doing and stared.
"These," murmured Dumbledore, "Are your new classmates."
A/N: Weeeeeeeee! Please review :)
(By the way, I read the stories of everyone who reviews mine and I review. It's only fair…)