Chapter 11:
A/N: Hey everyone, I know I haven't been updated for a bit, but I'm there, thanks for all your reviews, this is my first fanfic so it really makes me feel great.
Glorious! It was glorious. I couldn't find another word to describe it. We entered to an arch, made of marble. How could this all be coming from a rotting factory? It was very old fashioned looking. And not like a school, more like a castle. There were kids calling the outside a caste (I'm not sure how) but the inside awed everyone. It awed everyone. I quickly ran to the back of the line. "What are you doing?" someone called. "Er…just…." But my legs went faster then my words. I had to see this, I went back outside, and before the doors closed I had to see something. And where the factory once was, now stood a marvelous castle.
"Everybody inside!" the woman called. I stayed at the end of the line. I detested when people pushed and shoved to get to "their original spot" in line if they had moved, so I guessed that others would equally hate it.
"The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily" I looked around, finding expressions on other students faces. Some where utterly confused, such as mine, what in the world is a bloody sorting ceremony? Some were excited with huge grins on their faces; I caught a smirk on a blonde blokes face. And some were filled with anxiety, biting their finger nails, pulling their hair out. But everyone was making equal hustle and bustle about the ceremony. I spotted Hermione next to me; I gave her a look of confusion. But she looked at the ground, she was reciting something, it was kind of like what everyone at the orphanage was doing right before the science exam, remembering what we've studied, or should've studied. And then it hit me.
"Is the Sorting Ceremony some sort of exam?" I whispered to Hermione. "I…well… I don't exactly know what it is…but … I'm inferring …" But before she could say anything more, the woman continued. "I am professor McGonagall. I will call out your name, and you shall then proceed." McGonagall pulled out a three legged stool and an old hat, it looked dead, it probably would be dead if it was alive…
"Bones, Susan" she called. The frightened girl got up and sat on the stool. The hat began to sing. "Oh my God…" I began. Now I was more frightened, it sat upon the girls head, sulking for a moment and then let out a roar.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it yelled. "what the…" I yelled. After many of the frightened/anxious/excited students went, Professor McGonagall finally called "Jemmers, Aleezé" I slowly went up to the stool. She placed the hat on my head. "hmm…." The hat spoke to my mind. "this is interesting, I can't find a place for you… I see a bit of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in you…this is a very unusual case…but the more I search your mind, the more I see…
GRYFFINDOR" he yelled. I didn't know if I should be relieved or frightened that I was placed in this group. I wasn't sure what it meant. But I went to the Gryffindor table, next to Hermione, I was relieved though, that I was on the same group/house as Hermione, I would be lost without her, since she is the closest thing to a friend for me, even closer then Michelle I would think…