DISCLAIMER-If you recognize it, then I don't own it. I own all of my OC's
and the plot.
ATTENTION READERS: Once again I am calling upon you for help. I have already posted this message previously, but I need characters! I am just about out of space for Ravenclaw girls.I need three more Ravenclaw boys, plus Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. If you yourself do not want to be included in this story as anything but a Gryffindor, maybe you could submit the profile of a sibling or friend who could be in Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Also, please note that Lily and I (who choose which profiles go in the story) like characters with problems.they are just more exciting to write about than perfect people. Character flaws are good! Now.on with the story!
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Sit Vis Tecum-Chapter 3
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The great oak doors were open, and Sara stepped inside the entrance hall. She felt her jaw drop in awe. This place was magnificent. The hall was so big that she was sure that a whole house could fit inside it, with room to spare. The smooth, gray stone walls were lit with flaming torches, and she saw hundreds of enchanted candles floating overhead. The roof was so high that Sara had a hard time making out the ceiling. She saw a suit of armor off to the left waving at the arriving students. In front of them she saw a grand marble staircase leading, Sara assumed, to the upper floors of the castle. All of the students were heading through a door off to the right, and she was being swept with the current.
"Sara O'Hanlon!" Sara quickly pulled herself from the crowd and looked at who was calling her name. A witch, who looked to be around thirty years old, wearing an emerald cloak and a stern expression, called to her again. Sara pushed through more people as she headed towards the staircase where the witch was standing. "Miss O'Hanlon?"
"Yes ma'am," Sara replied. The woman looked at her and nodded approvingly. Sara noticed that she had black hair that was drawn up into a tight bun, and dark eyes.
"Follow me, please," The witch led Sara up the staircase and to the left. After that, Sara didn't remember much, as she was too fascinated by her surroundings to pay attention to where they were going. Sara was used to the moving paintings, as Beaumore had had a few of those, but Sara had never before waved at a suit of armor and seen it wave back. They came to a halt in the middle of a hallway. It took Sara a minute to realize why.
Hovering in midair was a ghost, translucent, a squat little man with a devilish expression on his face. He carried an armful of water balloons.
"Ahhhh, hello," he said to Sara, "I've never seen you before." Sara wasn't quite sure what to say next. The witch said something instead.
"Peeves, I'm warning you." At this, the squat little ghost began to cackle.
"Warning me?" he said, donning a tone of fake innocence. "What was I going to do?" He began to cry. "You always blame everything on me!" The crying stopped abruptly. "Well, then. Maybe I will give you a reason to blame things on me," he cackled evilly, throwing a water balloon at Sara. She jumped out of the way and the balloon exploded a few feet behind her, spewing water everywhere. Peeves cackled again, cursing as he zoomed away.
"Goodness," the witch said, brushing water from her cloak. "My office is just over here." She led Sara through a door to the left, started a fire in the fireplace, and sat down behind her desk. "Please, sit down," she said, indicating a chair in front of the desk. Sara sat down and looked around the office.
"So, Miss O'Hanlon, from what I hear, you've had a very rough summer." Sara nodded, and the witch continued talking. "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, I teach transfiguration here at Hogwarts. Now, to the point. You need to be Sorted into a House. The four Houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, Under normal circumstances, you would have been sorted as a first-year at the Welcoming Feast, but this is not a normal circumstance. What the headmaster and I have decided to do is have you sorted before the first years arrive at the school. All you will need to do is place our Sorting Hat over your head and it will tell you which house you belong in. Now, do you have any questions?" Sara thought for a minute.
"No."
"Alright, then. Now we are going to go back to the Great Hall to the feast. I expect our first years will be arriving soon, so we should get back." Professor McGonagall stood up and ushered Sara out of the office. They retraced their steps and Sara found herself standing on the marble staircase again, where she saw the last of the older students heading into the Great Hall. The door closed with a 'wwhhhump' sound, and Sara stood alone with Professor McGonagall in the entrance hall.
"Now, Miss O'Hanlon," Professor McGonagall told her. "When I introduce you, you will walk all the way to the front of the Great Hall, sit on the stool, and place the Sorting Hat on your head. After you are Sorted, go to your house table and sit down to enjoy the feast. I must be off now. Good luck," and she was off through the doors to the Great Hall. Sara noticed that the drone of voices had ceased. Once the door had closed, Sara crept over to them. She could hear Professor McGonagall's voice addressing the students.
"Attention students. Welcome back to Hogwarts. I'm sure you are all eager to get on with the Sorting, but I have an announcement to make. This year, we have a new student joining us on our quest for magical education. She is starting the fifth year and has moved here all the way from the United States of America to join our ranks. She will be sorted prior to the sorting of the new first years. So, without further ado," Sara was so nervous, she began to shake. "Miss Sara O'Hanlon!"
Sara opened a door and entered the Great Hall. The place was magnificent. Four long tables sat side-by-side; the house tables, she presumed. Thousands of tiny glimmering candles floated above the tables. Everything was extraordinarily bright. At the front of the hall stood another long table, where all older witches and wizards sat: the teacher's table. At the center of this table sat an elderly man with a long, white beard and a pointed wizard's hat. Sara noticed that his pale blue eyes twinkled merrily. Just in front of the head table sat a three-legged stool and a very old looking wizard's hat. Professor McGonagall stood next to the stool, holding a sheaf of parchment in one hand and looking anxiously at Sara.
Sara suddenly had become aware that her feet were carrying her up to the front of the room against their will. She was also troubled by the fact that, it seemed, every soul in the room had turned their eyes to her. Sara tried to stand up straight and hold her head higher. She would have tuned out the noise if not for the fact that there was none. A pin drop could have easily sounded the same as an airplane taking off in this room. She looked up and saw that she was almost at the stool.
Sara stopped in front of the stool where the hat sat. Professor McGonagall plucked the hat off of the stool by the top, and held it up, off to the left. She smiled at Sara, indicating that she should sit down. Sara slid onto the three-legged stool, trying to remember to keep her back straight. She looked ahead of her, at the four tables all lined up, wondering which she would join. She saw the countless students, wearing pointed hats and staring at her, no doubt questioning who she was. She briefly caught sight of Lily, James, and the gang, who grinned at her. She began to grin back, when the sorting hat was placed on her head. The hat was so large that it fell down over Sara's eyes, and her world was plunged into darkness.
At first she was only aware of a strange smell, almost a scent of mothballs, though she did not quite know why. She wondered why nothing was happening.
"AHHH." a voice said. The voice seemed to be coming from the hat itself. "Oh, a transfer student.I haven't Sorted one of those in a while now." Sara tried to stay still and silent. "Now what shall I do with you? Your intellect and wit stick out the most to me.looks like you have a thirst for knowledge.you have courage, I see, and a loyal, kind and just heart. Ahh, but you seem to have suffered a tragedy recently which has dampened your courage.yes, you are a tough one, you are.hmmm.you do seem to have plenty of courage, but you need to discover it..so I think that I will put you in RAVENCLAW!"
Sara heard the hat shout this last word aloud to the entire Hall. All at once, the hat was lifted off of her head and she was met with the cheering and clapping of her schoolmates. Sara hopped down from the stool and glanced around, suddenly aware that she has no idea of the table she should be at. She looks up and suddenly notice that there are banners hung above each of the tables that weren't there before. A banner depicting a raven hung over the table at the far left of the room. This, Sara noticed, was also the table whose occupants had been cheering the loudest. She found her way to the table, and walked along it, looking for a place to sit.
"You can sit here, if you like," Sara whirled around. A girl of about her age, with short, wavy dark-blond hair and hazel eyes smiled, indicating an empty space next to her.
"Thank you," Sara told the girl as she sat down next to her. "I'm Sara, by the way." The girl laughed a little.
"Yes, I don't imagine there is one person here now who doesn't know your name, after McGonagall announced it to the whole school! I'm Paige Lindstrom. Pleased to meet you, Sara," she said, smiling. "While we are waiting for the sorting of the first years to start, I'll introduce you to some people. This," she said, gesturing towards a tan boy with short, curly brown hair and brown eyes, "is Noah Baker. He is a fifth year, as am I." Paige didn't get a lot further in her explanation, because then Professor McGonagall, who must have left immediately after Sara's sorting, came through the colossal doors of the Great Hall. She wasn't alone, but followed by fifty or so young witches and wizards wearing their new robes: these were the first years.
Each first year looked smaller and more intimidated than the last. Sara knew what those kids must be feeling. She watched in silence as the young sorcerers made their way to the front of the room, where the sorting hat and the stool still sat, waiting quietly. Professor McGonagall unraveled a scroll of parchment, while the first years automatically lined themselves up facing her. She cleared her throat and looked with a strangely expectant glance at the hat. It was still for a moment, and then it quivered, as a rip near the brim of the hat opened wide and the hat began to sing.
"I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat I've served time out of mind, And I was crafted for one job: To put you with your kind.
The Founders were people Each unique and all complex, Difficult to understand, More so to second-guess.
I'll trawl your mind and character, To find your talents deep, But you've no need to fear me for Your secrets I shall keep.
You might find friends in Slytherin, For those who flout convention, They, cunning and ambitious folk, Are strong without intervention.
If Gryffindor, you have great courage, And be known for your valor, Your gallantry and chivalry Make red and gold your color
Yet Hufflepuff may be your place If you've a loyal heart, Those Hufflepuffs, hard workers Can set themselves apart.
Last but not least, Ravenclaw Welcomes into its throng, Those who call knowledge power And with the wise belong.
You hold a part of every house, Though strong may be your voice And sure be your self knowledge, I make the final choice."
The entire Hall erupted with cheering and applause once the Sorting Hat had finished its song. The hat took a bow (at least, as much of a bow as a hat can take) and Professor McGonagall stepped forward with her scroll of parchment. Once the cheering had subsided, she cleared her throat and began to unravel the scroll.
"When I call your name, please come forward, sit on the stool, and I shall place the Sorting Hat on your heads to be sorted into your houses. Adjan, Thomas." A boy with shaggy blond hair stumbled out of the line and sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted. The table next to the Ravenclaws exploded with cheers. The boy, Thomas, smiled in relief and went to join his House.
"Allen, Brandon."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Bailey, Laura."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Benendetti, Antoinette," became the first new Ravenclaw. Sara stood up and cheered with the rest of the Ravenclaws as Antoinette sat down at the table.
"Butler, Brett."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Calco, Leah."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Sara caught sight of Lily and Rena welcoming the blond girl into their house.
"Canale, Shane," became a Gryffindor also, but "Durig, Ruth," became a Slytherin. Sara sat back and watched the Sorting go on. "Ellis, Kelsey," and "Fitzgerald, Matthew," both became Ravenclaws. The list of students went on, but Sara enjoyed watching the diversity of students. Soon, she and Paige were guessing which house each student would be Sorted into.
"Quigg, Meghan." Paige turned to Sara.
"This one's a Slytherin for sure," she said as a girl with long, black, curly hair stepped up to be Sorted.
"I don't know.she looks like a Ravenclaw to me," Sara said. Sure enough, the hat had declared Meghan a Ravenclaw, and Paige was shaking her head in mock shame.
"Robinson, Daniel," was made a Gryffindor, and a pair of boy twins, "Ross and Ross" were declared Slytherins. The sorting continued through "Sage, Tabitha," and "Vogel, Stephen," (Ravenclaw!) until only four people were standing.
"Weaver, Janet."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Wilson, Zachary."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Yohn, Nicole."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Zeigler, Jonas."
RAVENCLAW!" After Jonas had taken his seat at the Ravenclaw table, and the clapping and cheering had subsided, the elderly man who sat at the elaborate seat at the center of the staff table rose silently and tapped his golden goblet with his spoon.
"Attention, attention. Now that the Sorting is through, there are some last-minute announcements to be made before you dive into our scrumptious feast. First and foremost, I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to ALL students," he said, his blue eyes flicking for a moment over toward where Sirius and James sat. Sara saw the two of them grinning at one another, no doubt disregarding the rule. "And the Whomping Willow is not a plaything, so anyone caught teasing it will be given detention. Quidditch tryouts are open to all students in the second year or above, just see Madam Hooch. Now, I think that's all that needs to be said. Let the feast begin!"
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Sorry, I don't feel like writing anymore in this chapter..it is seven pages long as it is. Now, to business.I'd like to give shout-outs to all of my reviewers for chapter two.
Thanks to Happy and Don't Ask for their anonymous positive reviews.
Witch Green Eyes-Thanks, hon! That's so sweet! I love your story too. I love your character profile btw...I'll see what I can do about putting it in the story.
Laina and Annette-thanks! I'll see what else I get character profile-wise, but you should both be making your appearances next chapter if you are selected to be in the story.
That's all of 'em! Thanks, guys! I am sooo glad that you like my writing!
But it's my writing, too!
But it's my screen name!
But don't I get credit for helping?
Okay, fine. Thanks to Lily for helping. Satisfied?
Very.
Thanks, readers! Come back for chapter four!!! Remember to Review for this chapter!!!
ATTENTION READERS: Once again I am calling upon you for help. I have already posted this message previously, but I need characters! I am just about out of space for Ravenclaw girls.I need three more Ravenclaw boys, plus Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. If you yourself do not want to be included in this story as anything but a Gryffindor, maybe you could submit the profile of a sibling or friend who could be in Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Also, please note that Lily and I (who choose which profiles go in the story) like characters with problems.they are just more exciting to write about than perfect people. Character flaws are good! Now.on with the story!
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Sit Vis Tecum-Chapter 3
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The great oak doors were open, and Sara stepped inside the entrance hall. She felt her jaw drop in awe. This place was magnificent. The hall was so big that she was sure that a whole house could fit inside it, with room to spare. The smooth, gray stone walls were lit with flaming torches, and she saw hundreds of enchanted candles floating overhead. The roof was so high that Sara had a hard time making out the ceiling. She saw a suit of armor off to the left waving at the arriving students. In front of them she saw a grand marble staircase leading, Sara assumed, to the upper floors of the castle. All of the students were heading through a door off to the right, and she was being swept with the current.
"Sara O'Hanlon!" Sara quickly pulled herself from the crowd and looked at who was calling her name. A witch, who looked to be around thirty years old, wearing an emerald cloak and a stern expression, called to her again. Sara pushed through more people as she headed towards the staircase where the witch was standing. "Miss O'Hanlon?"
"Yes ma'am," Sara replied. The woman looked at her and nodded approvingly. Sara noticed that she had black hair that was drawn up into a tight bun, and dark eyes.
"Follow me, please," The witch led Sara up the staircase and to the left. After that, Sara didn't remember much, as she was too fascinated by her surroundings to pay attention to where they were going. Sara was used to the moving paintings, as Beaumore had had a few of those, but Sara had never before waved at a suit of armor and seen it wave back. They came to a halt in the middle of a hallway. It took Sara a minute to realize why.
Hovering in midair was a ghost, translucent, a squat little man with a devilish expression on his face. He carried an armful of water balloons.
"Ahhhh, hello," he said to Sara, "I've never seen you before." Sara wasn't quite sure what to say next. The witch said something instead.
"Peeves, I'm warning you." At this, the squat little ghost began to cackle.
"Warning me?" he said, donning a tone of fake innocence. "What was I going to do?" He began to cry. "You always blame everything on me!" The crying stopped abruptly. "Well, then. Maybe I will give you a reason to blame things on me," he cackled evilly, throwing a water balloon at Sara. She jumped out of the way and the balloon exploded a few feet behind her, spewing water everywhere. Peeves cackled again, cursing as he zoomed away.
"Goodness," the witch said, brushing water from her cloak. "My office is just over here." She led Sara through a door to the left, started a fire in the fireplace, and sat down behind her desk. "Please, sit down," she said, indicating a chair in front of the desk. Sara sat down and looked around the office.
"So, Miss O'Hanlon, from what I hear, you've had a very rough summer." Sara nodded, and the witch continued talking. "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, I teach transfiguration here at Hogwarts. Now, to the point. You need to be Sorted into a House. The four Houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, Under normal circumstances, you would have been sorted as a first-year at the Welcoming Feast, but this is not a normal circumstance. What the headmaster and I have decided to do is have you sorted before the first years arrive at the school. All you will need to do is place our Sorting Hat over your head and it will tell you which house you belong in. Now, do you have any questions?" Sara thought for a minute.
"No."
"Alright, then. Now we are going to go back to the Great Hall to the feast. I expect our first years will be arriving soon, so we should get back." Professor McGonagall stood up and ushered Sara out of the office. They retraced their steps and Sara found herself standing on the marble staircase again, where she saw the last of the older students heading into the Great Hall. The door closed with a 'wwhhhump' sound, and Sara stood alone with Professor McGonagall in the entrance hall.
"Now, Miss O'Hanlon," Professor McGonagall told her. "When I introduce you, you will walk all the way to the front of the Great Hall, sit on the stool, and place the Sorting Hat on your head. After you are Sorted, go to your house table and sit down to enjoy the feast. I must be off now. Good luck," and she was off through the doors to the Great Hall. Sara noticed that the drone of voices had ceased. Once the door had closed, Sara crept over to them. She could hear Professor McGonagall's voice addressing the students.
"Attention students. Welcome back to Hogwarts. I'm sure you are all eager to get on with the Sorting, but I have an announcement to make. This year, we have a new student joining us on our quest for magical education. She is starting the fifth year and has moved here all the way from the United States of America to join our ranks. She will be sorted prior to the sorting of the new first years. So, without further ado," Sara was so nervous, she began to shake. "Miss Sara O'Hanlon!"
Sara opened a door and entered the Great Hall. The place was magnificent. Four long tables sat side-by-side; the house tables, she presumed. Thousands of tiny glimmering candles floated above the tables. Everything was extraordinarily bright. At the front of the hall stood another long table, where all older witches and wizards sat: the teacher's table. At the center of this table sat an elderly man with a long, white beard and a pointed wizard's hat. Sara noticed that his pale blue eyes twinkled merrily. Just in front of the head table sat a three-legged stool and a very old looking wizard's hat. Professor McGonagall stood next to the stool, holding a sheaf of parchment in one hand and looking anxiously at Sara.
Sara suddenly had become aware that her feet were carrying her up to the front of the room against their will. She was also troubled by the fact that, it seemed, every soul in the room had turned their eyes to her. Sara tried to stand up straight and hold her head higher. She would have tuned out the noise if not for the fact that there was none. A pin drop could have easily sounded the same as an airplane taking off in this room. She looked up and saw that she was almost at the stool.
Sara stopped in front of the stool where the hat sat. Professor McGonagall plucked the hat off of the stool by the top, and held it up, off to the left. She smiled at Sara, indicating that she should sit down. Sara slid onto the three-legged stool, trying to remember to keep her back straight. She looked ahead of her, at the four tables all lined up, wondering which she would join. She saw the countless students, wearing pointed hats and staring at her, no doubt questioning who she was. She briefly caught sight of Lily, James, and the gang, who grinned at her. She began to grin back, when the sorting hat was placed on her head. The hat was so large that it fell down over Sara's eyes, and her world was plunged into darkness.
At first she was only aware of a strange smell, almost a scent of mothballs, though she did not quite know why. She wondered why nothing was happening.
"AHHH." a voice said. The voice seemed to be coming from the hat itself. "Oh, a transfer student.I haven't Sorted one of those in a while now." Sara tried to stay still and silent. "Now what shall I do with you? Your intellect and wit stick out the most to me.looks like you have a thirst for knowledge.you have courage, I see, and a loyal, kind and just heart. Ahh, but you seem to have suffered a tragedy recently which has dampened your courage.yes, you are a tough one, you are.hmmm.you do seem to have plenty of courage, but you need to discover it..so I think that I will put you in RAVENCLAW!"
Sara heard the hat shout this last word aloud to the entire Hall. All at once, the hat was lifted off of her head and she was met with the cheering and clapping of her schoolmates. Sara hopped down from the stool and glanced around, suddenly aware that she has no idea of the table she should be at. She looks up and suddenly notice that there are banners hung above each of the tables that weren't there before. A banner depicting a raven hung over the table at the far left of the room. This, Sara noticed, was also the table whose occupants had been cheering the loudest. She found her way to the table, and walked along it, looking for a place to sit.
"You can sit here, if you like," Sara whirled around. A girl of about her age, with short, wavy dark-blond hair and hazel eyes smiled, indicating an empty space next to her.
"Thank you," Sara told the girl as she sat down next to her. "I'm Sara, by the way." The girl laughed a little.
"Yes, I don't imagine there is one person here now who doesn't know your name, after McGonagall announced it to the whole school! I'm Paige Lindstrom. Pleased to meet you, Sara," she said, smiling. "While we are waiting for the sorting of the first years to start, I'll introduce you to some people. This," she said, gesturing towards a tan boy with short, curly brown hair and brown eyes, "is Noah Baker. He is a fifth year, as am I." Paige didn't get a lot further in her explanation, because then Professor McGonagall, who must have left immediately after Sara's sorting, came through the colossal doors of the Great Hall. She wasn't alone, but followed by fifty or so young witches and wizards wearing their new robes: these were the first years.
Each first year looked smaller and more intimidated than the last. Sara knew what those kids must be feeling. She watched in silence as the young sorcerers made their way to the front of the room, where the sorting hat and the stool still sat, waiting quietly. Professor McGonagall unraveled a scroll of parchment, while the first years automatically lined themselves up facing her. She cleared her throat and looked with a strangely expectant glance at the hat. It was still for a moment, and then it quivered, as a rip near the brim of the hat opened wide and the hat began to sing.
"I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat I've served time out of mind, And I was crafted for one job: To put you with your kind.
The Founders were people Each unique and all complex, Difficult to understand, More so to second-guess.
I'll trawl your mind and character, To find your talents deep, But you've no need to fear me for Your secrets I shall keep.
You might find friends in Slytherin, For those who flout convention, They, cunning and ambitious folk, Are strong without intervention.
If Gryffindor, you have great courage, And be known for your valor, Your gallantry and chivalry Make red and gold your color
Yet Hufflepuff may be your place If you've a loyal heart, Those Hufflepuffs, hard workers Can set themselves apart.
Last but not least, Ravenclaw Welcomes into its throng, Those who call knowledge power And with the wise belong.
You hold a part of every house, Though strong may be your voice And sure be your self knowledge, I make the final choice."
The entire Hall erupted with cheering and applause once the Sorting Hat had finished its song. The hat took a bow (at least, as much of a bow as a hat can take) and Professor McGonagall stepped forward with her scroll of parchment. Once the cheering had subsided, she cleared her throat and began to unravel the scroll.
"When I call your name, please come forward, sit on the stool, and I shall place the Sorting Hat on your heads to be sorted into your houses. Adjan, Thomas." A boy with shaggy blond hair stumbled out of the line and sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted. The table next to the Ravenclaws exploded with cheers. The boy, Thomas, smiled in relief and went to join his House.
"Allen, Brandon."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Bailey, Laura."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Benendetti, Antoinette," became the first new Ravenclaw. Sara stood up and cheered with the rest of the Ravenclaws as Antoinette sat down at the table.
"Butler, Brett."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Calco, Leah."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Sara caught sight of Lily and Rena welcoming the blond girl into their house.
"Canale, Shane," became a Gryffindor also, but "Durig, Ruth," became a Slytherin. Sara sat back and watched the Sorting go on. "Ellis, Kelsey," and "Fitzgerald, Matthew," both became Ravenclaws. The list of students went on, but Sara enjoyed watching the diversity of students. Soon, she and Paige were guessing which house each student would be Sorted into.
"Quigg, Meghan." Paige turned to Sara.
"This one's a Slytherin for sure," she said as a girl with long, black, curly hair stepped up to be Sorted.
"I don't know.she looks like a Ravenclaw to me," Sara said. Sure enough, the hat had declared Meghan a Ravenclaw, and Paige was shaking her head in mock shame.
"Robinson, Daniel," was made a Gryffindor, and a pair of boy twins, "Ross and Ross" were declared Slytherins. The sorting continued through "Sage, Tabitha," and "Vogel, Stephen," (Ravenclaw!) until only four people were standing.
"Weaver, Janet."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Wilson, Zachary."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Yohn, Nicole."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Zeigler, Jonas."
RAVENCLAW!" After Jonas had taken his seat at the Ravenclaw table, and the clapping and cheering had subsided, the elderly man who sat at the elaborate seat at the center of the staff table rose silently and tapped his golden goblet with his spoon.
"Attention, attention. Now that the Sorting is through, there are some last-minute announcements to be made before you dive into our scrumptious feast. First and foremost, I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to ALL students," he said, his blue eyes flicking for a moment over toward where Sirius and James sat. Sara saw the two of them grinning at one another, no doubt disregarding the rule. "And the Whomping Willow is not a plaything, so anyone caught teasing it will be given detention. Quidditch tryouts are open to all students in the second year or above, just see Madam Hooch. Now, I think that's all that needs to be said. Let the feast begin!"
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Sorry, I don't feel like writing anymore in this chapter..it is seven pages long as it is. Now, to business.I'd like to give shout-outs to all of my reviewers for chapter two.
Thanks to Happy and Don't Ask for their anonymous positive reviews.
Witch Green Eyes-Thanks, hon! That's so sweet! I love your story too. I love your character profile btw...I'll see what I can do about putting it in the story.
Laina and Annette-thanks! I'll see what else I get character profile-wise, but you should both be making your appearances next chapter if you are selected to be in the story.
That's all of 'em! Thanks, guys! I am sooo glad that you like my writing!
But it's my writing, too!
But it's my screen name!
But don't I get credit for helping?
Okay, fine. Thanks to Lily for helping. Satisfied?
Very.
Thanks, readers! Come back for chapter four!!! Remember to Review for this chapter!!!