The two girls stood in front of the Great Hall. They'd asked that Dumbledore didn't tell anyone about their 'powers', and he'd agreed.

"These are two new students," he announced. "Let the sorting begin!"

"Hey," Wyverna muttered to Dolphin. "As this is our movie, we can make it all cliché and Mary-Sueish if we want to, yeah?"

Dol nodded, and then Professor McGonagall suddenly shouted, "Aiken, Wyverna!" Wyverna walked a few steps then, winking at Dol, sauntered over like she was on a cat-walk. Jamming the hat on her head, she brushed a few strands of black hair out of her eyes.

Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, she thought.

"Why Slytherin?" asked the hat.

Because it's cool, she started to think, then realised it wasn't a good answer. I mean, to get away from all the filthy Mudbloods?

"A true Slytherin, only thinking about yourself." Wyverna nearly admitted she was lying, but decided not to in case she got put in a different house. "Well, I suppose it had better be SLYTHERIN!" Standing up, she flung the hat onto the stool, fully enjoying her 'evil' act. She sauntered over to the Slytherin table, seating herself next to Draco Malfoy. Hehehe, she thought. This'll be fun. She turned back to the Sorting Hat, ignoring Draco completely.

"Stebbs, Dolphin!" Dol strolled over to the hat. If Wyverna had decided to be the evil one, then she might as well give a 'good' act a go. She'd really wanted to be in Ravenclaw, but it looked like it might have to be Gryffindor. She winked at Wyverna, mouthing I'm the good one, before picking up the hat, brushing it down, and placing it carefully on her head.

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin! She thought.

"Hmm, very different from the last one," the hat said, with approval.

Why, what was she like?

"A nasty piece of work. Evil to the bone, I'm sure," replied the hat. So, Wyverna had even managed to fool the Sorting Hat. Let's see if she could manage that as well.

That's awful! I just hate people who are nasty, she thought, trying very, very hard not to laugh. This was so unlike her.

"Well, you just stay away from that Slytherin lot," said the hat, in what was almost a paternal air.

I'm sure I will.

"Just to make sure, I think I'll put you in GRYFFINDOR!" Standing up, she carefully removed the hat, and put it gently back on the stool. Walking over to the Gryffindors, she took a seat next to Ron. Harry was in between both Ron and Hermione. If all went according to her plans, the Golden Trio might soon become the Golden Four. She looked over at the Slytherin table, where Wyverna was busily ignoring Draco. She sighed, loudly. Ron turned to her.

"What's the matter?" He was just too easy.

"Oh, the girl I was talking to has been put in Slytherin, and now she won't look at me." Ron patted her arm, sympathetically.

"Poor you. Slytherin are really nasty," he paused, and looked around. "They didn't hear that, did they?" he whispered.

"Uh, no, I don't think so. Why?"

"Because they're really scary," he said, still in a whisper. "They practice the Dark Arts, and they'd probably get me!"

"Um, ok."

"Anyway," he said, going back to his normal voice, "you can hang around with us."

"'Us'?"

"Yeah; me, Harry and Hermione," he said, standing up, as it was time to go to the Common Room, and to bed if you wanted.

"You mean 'Harry, Hermione and I', not 'me, Harry and Hermione'," corrected Hermione, looking around. "Hi, you must be Dolphin. What an interesting name! Did you know there's over two hundred different kinds of dolphin? The bottle-nose is probably the most well-known, but – "

"Hermione," interrupted Harry, "shut up." He turned to Dol with his most charming smile. "I'm Harry Potter. Yes, that's right. I'm the boy who defeated Lord Voldemort three times."

"Only three times?"

"I'm sorry?" he said, his smile never faltering.

"Nothing," she replied, remembering just in time her 'good girl' act. "I was about to say, that's fascinating! Tell me all about it." She took his arm, and they walked off to the Gryffindor common room, Harry bragging all about his 'victories', and Dol saying 'yes', 'mm-hmm' and 'really?' at intervals.

Meanwhile...

Wyverna had been busy ignoring Draco since she sat at the Slytherin table, and now that the food had appeared she'd been picking at her food. She finally thought the time was right, and turning to Draco with her cutest smile, she said "Can I ask you something?"

Draco smirked. "Ask away."

"Can you pass the ketchup?" He sat there, staring at her until she got annoyed. "Are you deaf?" she snapped. He blinked a couple of times.

"No, why?"

"Well, can you pass the ketchup?" she repeated, sharply. He nodded, and reaching over to it, held the ketchup out for her. She started to get it, but he moved it away from her.

"Can you please just pass the ketchup? I'm in no mood for childish games!" she said, glaring at him.

"I'll pass you the ketchup only if you tell me your name," he replied.

"Oh, for goodness' sake! Point one, I just said I was in no mood for childish games, which this is. Point two, you don't need to know my name to pass me a bottle. Point three, if you're not going to pass me it then I'll just ask the person on my other side to pass me one, and point four, if you'd been listening at the Sorting Ceremony, you would've heard my name." She snatched the bottle out of his hand. "Thank you!" She managed to get some ketchup on her plate, aware of Draco gaping at her. "He was a lot better in the books, not so... guy-ish," she mumbled. When it was time to go, she stood up, and started to walk off. Three... two... one...

"I think you might need a little help." She turned round, and sure enough it was Draco.

"And why do you think that?"

"Because it's your first day here, and you don't know where the Common Room is." She actually did have a pretty good idea where it was, having played not only on all three games, but also having watched the movies and read the books. However, she'd decided Draco was going to be her friend, so it was time to give a little.

"Ok, you may have a point there," she said, smiling.

"Wow, the Slytherin Bitch smiled," he said, laughing. Wyverna didn't think it was particularly funny, but laughed along with him anyway.


You know, I can see how you might think this is a Mary-Sue now, but if you do... Who cares?