A/N: Okay, Victoria! That's was a very interesting interview! Espsecially since I was just fine-tuning my next chapter, and well...your whole "that didn't seem like something Kit'd do" thing came up quite a bit! Word to the wise, Kit's a Leo (so are you I think) and they're supposed to be really impulsive...I think. To me, that might fit!
Chapter Eleven: A Sorting We Will Go! (sorry, I have a song in my head...)
"ENGAGED! WHAT WERE YOU---" Ron's voice became muffled as Harry covered his mouth, but quickly retracted.
"You licked my hand! Why would you...?" Harry glared at Ron, who was grinning in spite of himself.
"It was too big of an opportunity to miss! Now, back to the task at hand...WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Ron screammed at Fred, who was a slight shade of green.
"What's the big deal anyway? Why shouldn't they? Did you ever think that they might be in love? That, to me at least, is the only reason to marry someone...unless you're," Kit glanced at Angelina questioningly, "You aren't pregnant are you?"
"No! I love him! And I'm pretty sure he loves me, or he wouldn't have asked!" Angelina gave him a stern look.
"Don't even joke about that, Angel!"
"Whatever...I still can't believe you'd do that without letting anyone know!" Ron yelled.
"Well, that's another thing..." Fred coughed loudly, "You and Mum are the only ones who don't..."
"WHAT?!" Angelina screamed, pushing Fred down onto the seat. "You told me she knew! YOU LIED FRED WEASLEY!"
Fred grinned nervously, adjusting himself in the seat. "Well, dad said he wanted to break the news to her, and I wasn't about to have my head bit off!"
"What about me? AM I EVEN A PART OF THIS FAMILY?!"
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" Harry hollered, his face red, "Just bugger off, Ron. Maybe they knew that you were going to react like this, so they decided to wait! Ever thought of that?"
"Well, I-I..."
"Shut up, that was a rhetorical question, now...Kit, go and find Ginny. Stay in her compartment until we come and get you, we need to sort this out."
Kit nodded and walked out, closing the compartment door quietly behind her.
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"Aren't you excited?" Hermione asked as she and Harry climbed into the carraige, followed by Ginny.
"Well," Harry just gave her a look, "I'm sure this year will be very eventful..."
Harry still hadn't mentioned what Angelina and Fred had said to them, but he felt that they already knew, and just weren't telling. Especially since Hermione and Ginny kept giggling every time Harry mentioned Fred or her, then they'd quickly stop and give each other knowing looks. He wondered if Fred was even planning on telling them before, or if he was just going to keep it a secret until the wedding.
"Where's Kit and Ron?" Ginny asked incrediously.
"They got stuck riding with Malfoy...not exactly the way I wanted her year to start." Harry sighed commiseratingly, "Hope Ron doesn't bloody him up too bad..."
They stayed in a resounding quiet until they bumped up to the front of the looming castle that was Hogwarts. Harry held open the door for the two girls as they clambered daintily out, waiting for him to follow.
"There you three are! We've been looking everywhere!" Ron exclaimed, running with Kit away from Malfoy, who was staring back at them with utter loathing. Harry noticed a clearly visible red mark on his pale cheek.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione inquired, giving Kit an accusing look.
"He tried to get all touchy with me, so I had to reprimand him. It was a good thing I got to him first too, Ron was about slug him good."
Ron glared at her, face going red.
"What's wrong with you?" Ginny asked, looking back from one to the other, they seemed to be talking with their eyes.
"You aren't mad at her for hitting him first, are you?" Hermione giggled, watching Malfoy stalk away. "He looks mad enough to kill..."
"Probably is...serves him right though! He better be glad I didn't get to him first!" Harry glared into space.
"C'mon, we need get to the Sorting!"
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Kit stood with the first years, just to be announced, luckily for her she wasn't being sorted. She watched the three other new students file up to the High Table, following them up. Dumbledore rose to address the Hall.
"Silence, please! I would wish to welcome you all to another wonderful school year, and also introduce you to our new exchange students." He motioned for a girl to come up, she did so. "Our first student comes from America, her name is Allison Marrillo. Please sit to be sorted."
The girl was taller than Kit, by about an inch, with short auburn hair and small grey eyes. She sat down cautiously as Professor McGonagall set the hat on her head.
"Slytherin!" The girl took the hat off and handed it to the teacher, bounding gracefully to her table. She sat next to three third years.
"Next is Christopher Greland, from India," Dumbledore motioned for a small, tan boy, about thirteen, to come and be sorted. Moments later he bounded toward the Ravenclaws, smiling widely.
"And now is my pleasure to introduce one of our staff's own niece's," Dumbledore smiled at Professor Snape, who was glaring sourly as a tall, slender black haired girl walked up to the stool. "This is Miss Nina Snape, from Beauxbatons."
The girl set the hat on her head, letting it wait a moment before it shouted, "Slytherin."
"And most of you have already met our last student, who has been sorted into Gryffindor, Miss Katherine Clivelle." Dumbledore smiled and let the applause settle, "Let the Sorting begin!"
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A/N: It's not really that long, I'm being hassled, so expect more next chapter! BYE!
Chapter Eleven: A Sorting We Will Go! (sorry, I have a song in my head...)
"ENGAGED! WHAT WERE YOU---" Ron's voice became muffled as Harry covered his mouth, but quickly retracted.
"You licked my hand! Why would you...?" Harry glared at Ron, who was grinning in spite of himself.
"It was too big of an opportunity to miss! Now, back to the task at hand...WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Ron screammed at Fred, who was a slight shade of green.
"What's the big deal anyway? Why shouldn't they? Did you ever think that they might be in love? That, to me at least, is the only reason to marry someone...unless you're," Kit glanced at Angelina questioningly, "You aren't pregnant are you?"
"No! I love him! And I'm pretty sure he loves me, or he wouldn't have asked!" Angelina gave him a stern look.
"Don't even joke about that, Angel!"
"Whatever...I still can't believe you'd do that without letting anyone know!" Ron yelled.
"Well, that's another thing..." Fred coughed loudly, "You and Mum are the only ones who don't..."
"WHAT?!" Angelina screamed, pushing Fred down onto the seat. "You told me she knew! YOU LIED FRED WEASLEY!"
Fred grinned nervously, adjusting himself in the seat. "Well, dad said he wanted to break the news to her, and I wasn't about to have my head bit off!"
"What about me? AM I EVEN A PART OF THIS FAMILY?!"
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" Harry hollered, his face red, "Just bugger off, Ron. Maybe they knew that you were going to react like this, so they decided to wait! Ever thought of that?"
"Well, I-I..."
"Shut up, that was a rhetorical question, now...Kit, go and find Ginny. Stay in her compartment until we come and get you, we need to sort this out."
Kit nodded and walked out, closing the compartment door quietly behind her.
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"Aren't you excited?" Hermione asked as she and Harry climbed into the carraige, followed by Ginny.
"Well," Harry just gave her a look, "I'm sure this year will be very eventful..."
Harry still hadn't mentioned what Angelina and Fred had said to them, but he felt that they already knew, and just weren't telling. Especially since Hermione and Ginny kept giggling every time Harry mentioned Fred or her, then they'd quickly stop and give each other knowing looks. He wondered if Fred was even planning on telling them before, or if he was just going to keep it a secret until the wedding.
"Where's Kit and Ron?" Ginny asked incrediously.
"They got stuck riding with Malfoy...not exactly the way I wanted her year to start." Harry sighed commiseratingly, "Hope Ron doesn't bloody him up too bad..."
They stayed in a resounding quiet until they bumped up to the front of the looming castle that was Hogwarts. Harry held open the door for the two girls as they clambered daintily out, waiting for him to follow.
"There you three are! We've been looking everywhere!" Ron exclaimed, running with Kit away from Malfoy, who was staring back at them with utter loathing. Harry noticed a clearly visible red mark on his pale cheek.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione inquired, giving Kit an accusing look.
"He tried to get all touchy with me, so I had to reprimand him. It was a good thing I got to him first too, Ron was about slug him good."
Ron glared at her, face going red.
"What's wrong with you?" Ginny asked, looking back from one to the other, they seemed to be talking with their eyes.
"You aren't mad at her for hitting him first, are you?" Hermione giggled, watching Malfoy stalk away. "He looks mad enough to kill..."
"Probably is...serves him right though! He better be glad I didn't get to him first!" Harry glared into space.
"C'mon, we need get to the Sorting!"
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Kit stood with the first years, just to be announced, luckily for her she wasn't being sorted. She watched the three other new students file up to the High Table, following them up. Dumbledore rose to address the Hall.
"Silence, please! I would wish to welcome you all to another wonderful school year, and also introduce you to our new exchange students." He motioned for a girl to come up, she did so. "Our first student comes from America, her name is Allison Marrillo. Please sit to be sorted."
The girl was taller than Kit, by about an inch, with short auburn hair and small grey eyes. She sat down cautiously as Professor McGonagall set the hat on her head.
"Slytherin!" The girl took the hat off and handed it to the teacher, bounding gracefully to her table. She sat next to three third years.
"Next is Christopher Greland, from India," Dumbledore motioned for a small, tan boy, about thirteen, to come and be sorted. Moments later he bounded toward the Ravenclaws, smiling widely.
"And now is my pleasure to introduce one of our staff's own niece's," Dumbledore smiled at Professor Snape, who was glaring sourly as a tall, slender black haired girl walked up to the stool. "This is Miss Nina Snape, from Beauxbatons."
The girl set the hat on her head, letting it wait a moment before it shouted, "Slytherin."
"And most of you have already met our last student, who has been sorted into Gryffindor, Miss Katherine Clivelle." Dumbledore smiled and let the applause settle, "Let the Sorting begin!"
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A/N: It's not really that long, I'm being hassled, so expect more next chapter! BYE!