Twice Over
Okay, hey again and thank you to those who reviewed or are newly joining this story. I don't know why I bother… another authors note no one bothers to read. Who wants to hear the author talk about nonsense anyways? Its just cause they have no one to talk to… its like, three in the morning and the only reason they are typing is so they can not feel so lonely… so I understand if you all skip this… I will not cry… lmao! Anyways, true, it is about three, but I want to get you guys a chapter, and write I shall! Shall I write? I shall!
Calypso- snow? We're like 15 feet deep in snow, and it's only just starting where you are? God… you're lucky.
Angel de la Luna- yes, sadly, George and Alicia will not be getting together during this story… BUT being the hopeless romantic I am, there will be a lot of stray feelings jumping about, and a bit of fluff. Gotta love that fluff.
Lauren- Thanks for reading! Um… answering questions, it was some random kid teasing her, not Flint. Angelina also is very beautiful from the time when she was little till she was older. Some people are just blessed. As for my interpretation, she started maturing early. Excited for some more Alicia/George in the story? You wont have to wait too long…
Sunnysweetie- yeah, super-hero George! ::swoons as well:: I'm glad you enjoyed the you-know-who-bit, I'm always big on those confusing funny parts. Anyways, thanks for the review!
Yayforgredandforge- thanks for the review! It's so true, you have to love the twins… can't get enough of them!
Jagged Epiphany- thanks for your long reviews, I love them!
Disclaimer- me no own, you no sue. I have to keep remembering to do these… god… I can be so forgetful. Sometimes, I think that Neville and I would make a perfect couple… but wouldn't we all be with Neville at times? Am I right? Yes. I'll just say I am.
Hate to stop you from reading… again… but I just have to say, yes, I did make up the sorting hats song for this year. Yes, I am proud of it. No, I wont interrupt you again. At least ill try not to. OKAY, I'm going!
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Chapter 3- Sorting
George was just as excited as every student in the whole of the Great Hall, to hear the hat. Lee was tugging on his robes, mouth open and gaping, and Fred shared the same expression. The hat was going to talk!
Although half the student population was expecting the hat to move and talk, and even sing, they were still silent and breathing shallow breaths, waiting to hear what it had to say. If someone dropped a phoenix tail-feather, the whole lot of the group in the Great Hall would turn and shoot menacing and icy glares, telling the person who dropped it to be quiet and more considerate.
The hat yawned, and what seemed to be its eyebrow, or socket, or some form of something that looked like an eye, raised. It shuffled hesitantly on the seat, and then cleared its throat, using a sort of rumbling, rich voice.
"The Sorting Hat will sing its song!" Announced Professor McGonagol.
"You heard correct,
A sorting hat I am.
Using my intellect,
I'll answer what I can.
Four founders of this here school,
Were proud of what they taught.
But some of them sought to rule,
And with this they had fought.
Slytherin said loose the lot,
And keep the pure blood in mind.
Huffelpuff said it was an obscure thought,
Anyone would suit her fine.
Ravenclaw wanted the wise,
The mind was to enrich and teach.
Griffindor wanted bravery to size,
Something people sought to reach.
So where are you if you dare ask,
And what place are you to be?
Well I will explain to you here at last,
And you will clearly see.
Huffelpuff are kind,
They are hardworking with any deed.
Hardly ever to speak their mind,
But to help when you're in need.
Or Slytherin where you are pure,
And you will rise to power.
Only real friends you will lure,
And stand when it is the hour.
Ravenclaw is what you will find,
And I will tell no lies.
For those who have a sense of mind,
And those whose decisions are wise.
Or is Griffindor what you seek,
When those are brave and bold.
Nerve and valour is what you speak,
Sometimes against doing what you're told.
So those of you do not be scared,
I am a sorting hat.
Though I warn you to be prepared,
For I am good at that!"
With that, the whole hall roared with a thunderous applause that shook the floor, and made the new first-years want to vomit. Fred elbowed George in the ribs to tell him to start clapping, and tentatively he put his hands together.
Before long, the tight-lipped professor McGonagol began shouting out names, and frightened students walked up to sit on the stool and be placed into a house. Alicia Spinnet was particularly frightened however, after seeing Angelina be placed in Griffindor. She was quite certain that Griffindor wouldn't have her, and she didn't think she had much to go for in the academic area, so she stood bouncing nervously on the balls of her feet, preparing to be in Huffelpuff or Slytherin.
After a while, Alicia heard the name, 'Dominic Sonn' and her stomach jumped. His last name started with an S, which must have meant she was soon to be called up.
"Spinnet, Alicia!" McGonagol shouted with a sturdy voice. She must have been used to the students coming up and sitting on that dreaded stool, and placing on that old ragged and dirty hat, to be sorted into their house: their future. Alicia felt a surge of envy towards this woman, and she took a shaking step forward, feeling all eyes on her.
McGonagol gave her a small smile that Alicia figured was the best that a serious woman could do. With complete embarrassment, she struggled to try to get onto the stool. Jumping, she swung a leg over, but couldn't exactly make it. She felt her face grow red-hot and she silently cursed herself for being so short for her age.
She took another jump at it and this time, she felt like she was floating. She sat comfortably on the stool and glanced over at the old man with the long white beard, watching him put his wand away from the corner of her eye. He gave her a wink and she jumped, startled that he was aware of her watching him.
She could hear chuckles from students, and some hearty laughs from a table dressed in green. Her face flushed as she felt the hat go over her eyes and surround her in darkness. She was actually thankful she didn't have to look at everyone now, and only stare into the abyss of the hat, trying to count the lines of fabric and forget about where she was.
"So- Spinnet, eh?" Said a voice that sounded as though it was just being heard inside her head.
'That's me.' She thought. 'I don't even think you can hear me.'
"I can." Said the hat. "Now that is settled, where to put you?"
'You must get bored of doing this year-by-year, student by student.' Alicia thought.
"No," The hat replied, "It was what I was made for. You're mind tells me things… you want to prove yourself, is it because of your size? Yes… yes, and a strength to give up all you can for others… an amazing mind you have…"
Alicia restarted counting the threads.
"Better be-…" The hat said, now in a voice that was shouting out to all in the Great Hall, "GRIFFINDOR!"
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George watched the girl walk down to the Griffindor table. She hadn't told him her name before, but he was listening to Professor McGonagol and it turned out she was Alicia Spinnet. It wasn't a bad name, in fact, he could get used to it.
"Did you see her try to get onto that stool? I didn't know they made them that short anymore." Said a boy standing beside George.
"Hey," George began, "It's not funny…"
After a tense wait, Professor McGonagol called Fred's name. They each shared a tense look, and Fred headed for the stool, jumping onto it and allowing the hat to fall onto his head. Minutes seemed like hours, and then the hat shouted out, "GRIFFINDOR!"
There was an erupting cheer from those who knew the Weasley's, and George was so shocked he almost thought he had swallowed his lungs.
"Weasley, George." McGonagol called.
Quickly, George headed forward and sat on the seat. He stared straight ahead, his eyes fairly unfocused, and he felt the hat drop onto his wild mess of red hair, falling over his eyes and enveloping him in darkness.
"Another Weasley, I see… I've had many." Said the hat.
'Well, you're about to have more.' George thought, laughing to himself.
"I hope you know that I can hear your thoughts." The hat answered.
George felt his eyes go wide. 'Now that's what I call scary.'
"But you don't seem to scared… quite confident actually." The hat said. "As confident as anyone in this seat could be. You seem to think you'll be placed in Griffindor."
'Yes, like everyone in my family.' George thought. 'My twin is put in there, so I will be too… right?'
"Ah, so now your heart begins to race." The hat commented.
'I'm sure everyone doesn't mind you taking all the time in the world to sort me,' Thought George sarcastically.
"I'm the one who's deciding your future, I think you should watch what you say." The hat said coldly.
'How can I watch what I say, when all I can see is the dark inside of your old fabric?' George joked.
"You know what?" The hat questioned.
'What?' Asked George.
"I like you. You're so relaxed and willing to joke around, your brave and straight-forward, and really, you have a very interesting mind." The hat said bluntly.
'Thanks… I think…' George thought.
"ALL AROUND GRIFFINDOR!" The hat yelled in a voice that was evident everyone could hear.
'Thanks.' George thought.
He jumped off the seat and looking back at the hat, it's crease winked at him. He smiled and sat at the Griffindor table, feeling all eyes on him, and his brother and Lee's hands, patting his back in triumph.
However, he also felt another set of eyes on him, and as he turned to look, a red-brown haired girl quickly averted her gaze, staring straight ahead at the next person on the stool.
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After all students were sorted, Dumbledore again reached the podium and his voice echoed through the dead-silent Great Hall.
"Another year of Hogwarts has begun. I'm not one for long speeches, so without further ado, I say the most important two words at this moment: Tuck In." He said, his eyes twinkling.
There was a laugh and then a flurry of voices. George felt a bit uneasy at the new sights around him, and many older Griffindor boys leaned over to talk to him.
"All right, George?" "What? Another Weasley?" "Can't mistake the red hair!"
George just smiled and carefully took bits of the amazing assortment of food. Fred on the other hand, became like always around dinnertime. His name was no longer Fred; in fact, George highly doubted he was all there. Instead, Fred was 'The Bottomless Pit'.
George however, didn't seem very hungry and ate very small portions of the food, mostly putting a glass of pumpkin juice up to his face and allowing himself to stare into the bottom of the glass while he slowly sipped it, hoping that sooner or later he wouldn't have to answer some of the people.
"Can't believe you have red hair too!" Said one of the boys.
"Really? Our whole family has it." George finally answered, feeling the nausea of it all float away slightly.
"Has anyone heard about the new broom? It's called the ForthCatcher. We're aloud to get them for Quidditch this year, at least, I am." Said a boy directly across the table.
George looked up. "I heard that their speed is phenomenal compared to some of the Cleensweeps. All I get is a Cleensweep." He said.
The boy looked up. "I'm Oliver Wood."
"George Weasley." George said, reaching over the table to shake hands with him.
"I'm going to be Quidditch Captain one day." Oliver said promptly.
"Shut it, Wood. You talk about it night and day… there's a line-up of people who want to, what makes you think you'll get it?" Said one of Percy's friends.
"He seems determined enough." George said in defence for him.
"No worries," Said Oliver with a smile, "It's a natural argument around here. And it's only 'cause you want to be Quidditch Captain too, isn't it John?"
The boy named John went silent.
Oliver smiled. "How did you find out about the ForthCatcher?"
"Well it's in the top-ten line-up for brooms in 'Broom Vroom Magazine' isn't it? And it's under the affordable, if you are that rich to be able to afford what's on the affordable list." George joked.
Dinner was quickly finished up with a round of dessert, and Fred began talking again.
"Lee, you've been a tad quiet." Fred noted.
"Not to say you haven't, Fred." Said George with a smile.
Lee shrugged, "I guess everyone knows what's going on except me."
George laughed. "Not true. I think we will all feel better tomorrow." George offered.
They nodded and headed up the stairs, following the head boy. Finding their room, their stuff was already packed there, and with their luck, it was just the three of them in their room.
Settling into their beds, and unpacking some of their stuff, they closed their eyes and tried to fall asleep through the nerves in the pit of their stomach.
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That chapter might have seemed a bit repetitive, I don't know… I'm not the one reading it. Anyways, I really am still only starting, we'll jump into it really soon. I hope you guys are enjoying this, and I can't wait till it really gets moving.
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-Kit
