Chap 2
The rattling startled Sarah as they flew over the Pacific Ocean.
"So, where you from?" asked the young man.
"California." she paused. "Pittsburg, California." She answered, starring out her window.
"Oh… My name is Fred Weasley. I'm from London!" He held out his hand in front of her.
She nodded and grabbed his hand and sighed. She immediately let go of his hand and resumed gazing out the window.
Fred, put down by her less enthusiasm gave up in having a conversation. It is really hard to have a conversation with someone who basically wants nothing to do with you.
He sighed.
A flight attendant in a nice blouse with a name tag that read "Grace" rolled down the aisle, "Would you like any refreshments?" she asked, moving her hand as she revealed a cart full of items. A strand of her hair fell from her bun.
"Oh, I'm fine." answered Fred.
"I'm okay, thanks so much Grace." Sarah smiled at the lady.
"Anytime." The lady smiled in return.
Fred turned around to look at Sarah, surprised to hear those kind words coming from her. The Flight attendant continued walking down the aisle asking people if they wanted any refreshments.
"What?" Sarah asked, irritated of Fred starring at her in amazement.
She had a smugged face, "nothing." Fred replied, as he turned back around to take a nap.
Laughter and chatter echoed in the Great Hall, as friendships reunited and relationships were established.
Sarah stood in awe of the beauty of the Great Hall. It was so beautiful, she saw four long tables with many students. She saw goblets and several golden pates set upon the tables.
There were candles in mid air, glittering. Sarah was enchanted by the beautiful sky, she didn't understand. "I guess this is what they call magic..." she muttered.
She saw many students who wore odd wardrobes. Each of the tables had different colors and logo's on their robes. Sarah felt a bit out of place due to her height and taste in style. She wore a Baby Phat jacket and matching Baby Phat jeans.
Ahead was another long table that faced the pupils tables. That table had a short man who sat upon cushions, Professore Flitwick.
Beside him was another teacher named Professore Sprout. Many other teachers followed, a man in the middle with a silvery beard stood up.
His beard shinned along with his dark blue robe which had stars, planets, and many constellations.
Sarah dug into her pocket in search of her cell phone. She took out her nokia phone and realized that the darn thing wouldn't even turn on. "Ugh! Good thing i brought my charger."
She had hopes of contacting her best friend Erica and tell her of her journey here and all of the things she saw.
"Stupid phone..."
Hecleared his throat as the lights dimmed. Soon, the laughter and chit chatter were no longer heard.
"For those who do not know whoI am,I am Head Master Dumbledore. For the previous..."
A couple minutes later Sarah found herself starring at the stars again.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." said Professore Dumbledore in conclusion to his speech.
Many applauded and Sarah joined.
"Yes! Finally he's done. Blimey, i was going to fall asleep." Said a boy with freckles and orange hair.
"Oh Ron, it was only a couple minutes." Said hermione, a girl with thick bushy brown hair. She held a book, History of Hogsmeade.
Ron's stomache grumbled, as Professore Mcgonagall, brought out the Sorting Hat.
"Now they start the Sorting? I'm hungry! Why don't they do that while we have food. It'll be like a show, Who will go Where, Ahh! The suspences is unbearable! Who will beplaced where?"
A boy with black hair with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead laughed with Hermione. "Harry! Shut up! you know you're hungry too! See, it's not a stupid idea, we'll be entertained while we eat."
Harry quietly nibbled on a chocolate frog from which he bought on the Hogwarts express trollie as Hermione intently watched the first years.
"Hey, Ron, you see that kid with the glasses. The black long hair, i bet he's gonna be on Ravenclaw! 5 Galleons!"
Harry wiped his mouth, "Hey, Harry" said Hermione, trying to get Harry's attention.
He turned around, "Look at the first years. Some of them look terrefied, and some of them don't even have a clue on what Professore Mcgonagall is even doing!"
Harry glanced at the first years, Hermione was right. You could see all of their anxious and nervous little faces. He remembered when he was a first year, he wished he would be in Gryffindor with his new friends.