sorry it took me so long!

"Why look, if it isn't Pot head, Weasel bee and the mudblood." It was the same pale, blond boy from the pub, alone this time. "And who is this, some mudblood scum you picked up doing good things for Dumbledore?" Rose's hands clenched. Nobody called made fun of her friends, especially when the names were so stupid as that.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy? Your dear old mummy is probably looking for you." Harry replied, glaring at him with loathing.

"For your information, Potter, I don't need to come here with supervision. What are you doing near a Quidditch store? Only people with talent go in there." Rose glanced at the shop next to them, Quality Quidditch Supplies. Not knowing – or at the moment caring – what Quidditch was, she retorted,

"How would you know that? You're obviously not good enough to go in there," she took a gamble, hoping he wasn't a good Quidditch player. Oops.

"You dirty little mudblood, you don't even know what Quidditch is." He was looking at her with dislike, though not as much as he did when he looked at Harry.

Hermione lost it. Dropping her bag of books from when they had stopped at Flourish and Blotts, she stepped forward and kicked him. Hard. Right in the…

"OW!" Malfoy howled, clutching the front of his pants, bending his knees. Ron and Harry looked at Hermione is a mixture of awe and horror. Rose started laughing her head off. Malfoy stood there, clutching his injured privates, moaning in pain. "Filthy mudblood! You'll pay for that!" he shouted as he hobbled away.

"That was brilliant Hermione!" Ron said, flinging his arms around her, then stopping suddenly and blushing, let go instantly.

"Hermione! That… was… perfect!" Rose gasped between bursts of laughter. "That… was… priceless! Oh, where was my camera!"

"Hermione… wow," was all Harry could bring himself to say. Hermione was blushing slightly. She picked up her books, suggesting that they move on. They did, though Rose still bust into random boughts of laughter and they had to stop walking until she regained her breath.

They headed back to the Leaky Cauldron, where they were staying the night. They dumped their stuff in their rooms, Hermione and Rose in one, Harry and Ron in another. Harry and Ron, procrastinators that they are, had to finish their homework before tomorrow when they left for Hogwarts. Hermione, being the wonderful person that she is, decided to help them, and Rose got dragged along so she could learn as well.

The next morning was sheer and utter chaos. (udders, like on cows, and cows make milk! I love milk!) (Oh, god, here we go again. Where does she get the Mt. Dew!) (The theater…) Trunks were unpacked, scrolls of parchment left throughout their rooms, and numerous other articles of school supplies and clothing. After all of this had been found, packed, repacked, and approved of by Mrs. Weasley, they were on their way.

Kings Cross Station is an interesting place. I mean, lots of people, trains, luggage, it's just so fascinating! And don't forget the bathrooms! With the white walls and silver facets, wow… But the most normal and boring part is Platform 9 ¾. It's not very intriguing at all. You just lean against it and disappear to the other side. How boring is that? Everyone attending Hogwarts had to do this, including Rose. She, psycho freak that she is, found it rather interesting. (please tell me you got the sarcasm!) (remember, the readers aren't your normal morons that you deal with everyday in school) (Thank gods!)

After finding a compartment, and stowing their stuff, the quartet began talking about random useful and unuseful things. Like stepstools, shish-ka-bob sticks, and peanut butter.

Rose really didn't know what to expect when arriving at Hogwarts, but this was definitely not it. And the horse-less carriages, those were just strange. She did get split up from Harry, Ron and Hermione when she had to be sorted though.

Standing with a bunch of first years makes you feel very tall. Rose was taller than average, and these midgets didn't even come up to her shoulders. It was very interesting.

Prof. McGonegall (Rose recognized her from Harry's description) led the first years and Rose into the Great Hall. Rose tried not to look too impressed by the floating candles and the ceiling that mirrored the sky outside. They all stood in a single-file line in front of a three-legged stool with a shabby hat on it. I mean really shabby. It had patches all over it, frayed edges, and just a few rips and gashes. The first year's jaws dropped when it started to sing.

(Okay, I really don't want to make up a song, so I'm not gonna. Deal with it if you wanted one.) (That wasn't very nice) (I'm going on 2 hours of sleep! Gimme a break! I saw the HP4 premier, and I'm dead tired! Thank gods for Mt. Dew!) (Moaning Myrtle doesn't know how to flirt) (LOL That part was so funny!)

Once the song was over, Prof. McGonegall started calling names. Of course, being the oldest, she was the very last. Yes, they do it alphabetically, but since she's a seventh year, they just placed her at the end of the list. "Matthews, Rose." She walked forward to the stool. She put the hat on and sat down.

"Hmm, interesting. You are going to be very difficult to place. You're smart enough to be in Ravenclaw, but so loyal that you ought to be in Gryffindor. But you are going through self-change right now. You will be very different a month from now. You have two paths to choose from. Both are very powerful destinies. You are now the one thing that shall tip the balance. You are not yet ready to be sorted Come back when you are ready." Rose sat there in shock. 'Oh my gods' she thought. Had she just been rejected by a hat? A hat had told her that she was too emotionally insecure to be sorted into a house? Out loud, the sorting hat said, "Prof. Dumbledore, this student is not ready to be sorted. Bring her back to me when she is ready."

Everyone in the hall gasped in shock. Students were always sorted. The hat was supposed to be able to tell what the student would change as he or she went along his school career. To not sort a student was, well, it was just not possible. And now the sorting hat was saying it wouldn't do it? Dumbledore stood up.

yeah, I'm sorry it was so short, but I'm not even supposed to be on the internet right now!