The ticking. It was just ticking, no sound echoed in the great hall, except the ticking. How crazy it drives me. Most people are scared of this new guy, but some are not. A group of seventh years stand huddled by the doorway most is fellow Gryffindor's. John and Jeff Evans are waiting. Their in our dorm room and are very excited to see the new fellow, I think they may somehow be related. I do hope the new fellow will be sorted into a different house; it would be quite awkward to fit a seventh bed into the first year dorm with us.
I do suppose you need to know why the new fellow is coming in on November 3 instead of on September 1 like everyone else. This fellow goes to, sorry, went to a school for criminal magical children. It is sort of like the place muggles call juvenile hall or something of that sort. I have heard he set the teachers desk on fire, so he got expelled. I have also heard that this is the second last school that will take her. Professor Dumbledore must be off his rocker, taking delinquents into Hogwarts, the best school in the world.
Fear is in the air, you could taste it. A high-pitched excited shriek shortly silences the ticking. The fear in the air rises. The new boy is here.
A carriage door slams. One of the big wooden doors creaks open, footsteps echo across the front hall. Each footstep accompanies clinks of metal, the steps sound like ….hang on….like high heels. The new boy is wearing high heels, great, that must mean he's gay, please oh please let him be sorted into a different house. The footsteps stop outside the door, the seventh years huddle around the door that slowly it creaks open.