I think we've all determined that I am not J.K. Rowling. None of us are. We all want to be, but face it, folks, we aren't! If, J.K. Rowling, you happen to be reading this...we love your characters and as you can tell, our inate writing ability causes us to write lovely stories. (hint, hint, nudge, nudge) ;) If you aren't J.K. Rowling, feel no need to call a publisher and just enjoy!

Thank you to all our readers, especially Broadwaybrunett and Sumrandumperson! We love you!

Oh, andwe realize that this is a relatively short chapter. Chapter 7 and 8 will be the same way, I'm sorry to say. But Chapter 9 will be extra long! We promise!

Read and review! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 6: As Always, in which we get back to lovely randomness

The Golden Trio walked into the Great Hall. It was splendidly decorated as always. The same as always. Exactly the same. As always.

Fifty 11-year-olds were standing huddled in front of an old scrappy pointed hat. Despite Harry's petition to get a newer, younger, hipper hat, the sorting hat was the same as every year. As always. A number of the kids were looking a bit petrified, reminding HarryRingo of his 1st year at Hogwarts. Good times, good times.

Ron sat next to Ginny, who had arrived five minutes beforehand. She nervously said hi to HarryRingo before fainting.

Ron tried not to stare. "Girls…." was all he managed to say.

Before the red-haired girl hit the floor, HarryRingo heroically dived across the table, over a pit of fire, swam through a sea of sharks, battled and killed seventy two death-eaters, ate a soy bar, found seven knuts, and saved her from…well…hitting the floor. The crowd clapped. Except for the Slytherins, who booed and sneered. As always.

The sorting began.

"Adams, Mary!"

"Ravenclaw!"

The burst of applause came from the Ravenclaw table.

"Adams, Paul!"

"Gryffindor!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione all stood up and cheered.

"Adams, Phillip!"

"Hufflepuff!"

Average looking people with average abilities screamed averagely.

"Adams, Gwen!"

"Gryffindor!"

Harry screamed as loud as he could. Which was pretty loud. He practiced, you see.

"Adams, Lucy!"

"Slytherin!"

The Slytherin table cheered and sneered. Two Slytherins at the front of the table holding baskets handed Adams, Lucy an "I hate Harry Potter" pin.

"Adams, Peregrin!"

"What a weird name," sneered Draco.

"Look who's talking."

"Ravenclaw!"

"Adams, Tom!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The double ff's screamed averagely. As always.

"Adams, Gregory!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Several Ravenclaws clapped, others calculated in their overlarge brains. Why were there so many Adams's?

"Adams, Emma!"

"Hufflepuff!"

This went on for another 13.5 minutes. All the tables had stopped clapping, trying to figure out why there were so many people with the same last name.

"Adams, Elizabeth!"

"Gryffindor!"

Everyone in the Great Hall held their breath, there was only one student left. Was his last name Adams?

"Zigterman, Charles!"

"Slytherin!"

Zigterman, Charles sat down at the Slytherin table, after accepting a pin.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" asked Ron, baffled. As always.

"Quatneuftuplets, forty-nine fraternal twins," explained Hermione informatively. As always.

Ginny's eyes widened. "My God, their poor mother…"

"Ew," said Ron, bad pictures coming to him.

"What a bloody, effing load of tosh!" exclaimed Harry.

And it was a bloody, effing load of tosh. As always.