Disclaimer- I am not the owner of anything in this story except for CHyenne Peterson and the Plot. But I will be... one day, I will be... Muahahahaha!

A/N: This is another short chapter that was originally going to be part of chapter 3, but i decided i liked it beter ad 2 short chapters instead of 1 longer one. and trhe fact that i ranout of time cause i had to go to the dance. but whatever- hope you like

Lazy Lacy- yay! another Breaking Benjamin fan! You don't know how happy i am to have some one not ask me who/what Breaking Benjamin is! I saw them in concert once, and it was AWESOME- I hioghly recommend going if you ever have the opportunity.

Possessed Squirrel- I'll send you another cookie for the one the Acorn ate. stupid nut. WHere does he get the nerve to consume the baked goods of others? M aybe we should blaw him up with the Holy hand grenade! "You shall count to three, and three thy shall count..." LOL! Cu tomorrow!

The moment Chyenne stepped through the doors of Hogwarts, she was in a state of shock. The castle was so beautiful, so grand, almost noble, and she was going to live here for the next year. The others started for a door off to the right and she followed when she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"Chyenne Peterson I presume?" A crisp female voice inquired from behind her.

She turned around to see who it was and saw an elderly woman who's hair was pulled into an excruciatingly tight bun and who's lips were almost invisible they were pressed so thin. "Yes. I'm Chyenne Peterson."

"I am Professor McGonagall, Please come with me." She turned and walked across the entrance hall and into another door, which Chyenne found to be full of first years, awaiting their sorting. The professor continued. "You will all be sorted into one of four houses- Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin. While at Hogwarts, your house will be like your family- you will share a dormitory, and eat meals at the same table. The sorting will take place in a few minutes. Wait here." (1) She turned and left the room.

Chyenne scanned the room and found that most of the first years were giving her sidelong glances, and having nervous whispered conversations. Great. she thought. Just what I need, to be called a freak by eleven-year-olds.

Professor McGonagall reentered the room, holding a roll of parchment in her right hand. "We're ready for you now." She led them out of the room and through the doors that Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron had gone through before. Chyenne looked around to see that the room was some sort of dining hall, illuminated by candles and torched, and filled with the sounds of conversations and laughter. One of the first years tapped her on the shoulder. "Look Up." Chyenne did and saw that the ceiling was a perfect replica of a starlit sky. Wow.

Professor McGonagall stopped in front of an old three legged stool on which stood an old and very worn hat. Suddenly the hat started to sing. Apparently, this is a musical hat. When the hat had finished it's song, the entire hall was filled with applause and then fell silent as McGonagall stood next to the stool, and called out "Adams, Amanda." The blonde first year stepped forwards and sat on the stool, and the singing hat was placed on her head. After a moment, the had shouted out "Slytherin!" and Amanda Adams went off to join the table where Draco Malfoy was seated. McGonagall continued in alphabetical order through Cassandra, Laurin, and Ned Frey, Christopher Perri, and finally to Tomas Zylon, until Chyenne was left alone, standing in front of the entire student body of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

An extremely old man with a long, gray beard and glasses the shape of the half moon stood from behind the table and began to speak. "This year you may have noticed that we have a new student, Miss Chyenne Peterson who will be in Seventh Year. Now Miss Peterson, if you please will be seated, we can complete the sorting. Chyenne sat on the old stool, fearing that it would collapse, and the Hat was placed on her head.

Hmm. Interesting... You seem to be quite an enigma.

What's an enigma? (2)

You would do quite well in Slytherin...

I didn't like them very much. Don't put me in Slytherin. What's an enigma?

You could be great you know. Slytherin will lead you on the way to greatness...

Please? Pretty please? I've got sugar...

OK! Where do you want to be?

Gryffindor, por favor... What's an enigma?

You owe me sugar. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Thanks." Chyenne pulled a small bar of chocolate out of her pocket and slid it into the hat before walking down to the Gryffinor table to sit beside Harry and Hermione.

A/N: (1) I tried to make this as much like McGonagalls little speech in the book/movie as possible, as with the Sorting Hat's conversation with Chyenne, but I didn't have the exact wording in front of me, so tell me what you think..

(2) This is a line from the scrpt of out school's version of You're a Good Man Charlie Brown, for those of you who don't recognise it But I liked the line, so i decided to use it.

Please review! I've got sugar...! LOL! Please?.