Disclaimer: Ok here it is again! I don't own anything except Mallory! Oh
and I apologize for any misspellings!
The train began to slow as they reached the Hogwarts grounds. Mallory had changed into her new school robes a few hours before. She gathered her things and stepped off the train, Harry, Ron, and Hermione trailing behind her.
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!" Mallory saw and extremely large man at the head of the crowd, motioning students toward a dock full of boats.
"Who's he," Mallory turned and asked Harry, pointing to the mountain of a man.
"That's Hagrid. He's the Gameskeeper and the Care of Magical Creatures teacher," Harry informed her.
"Mallory Wolfe," someone called sternly over the sea of people.
"Huh? What? Did someone call my name," Mallory said, turning in all directions to look for the person. "I... I'm right here," she called back, raising her hand high in the air. Someone grabbed her arm tightly and painfully and pulled her over to them. Mallory, afraid of what she might see, slowly looked up into a pair of cold, black eyes. They belonged to a man with pale skin and long, greasy black hair.
"You are to come with me," he said coldly. His hand still wrapped tightly around her wrist, he began to drag her away from the crowd. Mallory looked back quickly to see Ron, Harry, and Hermione looking at her, a mix of fear and confusion on their faces.
"Uh... wh... where are we going... sir," Mallory said after she had finally gotten the courage to say something to him. The man said nothing and kept walking, dragging her along beside him. Up ahead Mallory could see someone waiting for them. Once they got closer she could see the person's face. She groaned at the sight, thinking this could not go well. Malfoy was standing a few feet in front of her, one hand on his hip and a look of triumph on his face. The man let go of her when they came to a stop.
"Mr. Malfoy has volunteered to escort you to your sorting, though why, I don't know," the man said with disgust. Mallory looked appallingly up at him, her mouth hanging open in shock of this comment.
"Thank you Professor Snape," Malfoy said greasily. Snape turned on his heel and left her and Malfoy standing alone at the entrance to the castle. Mallory watched him leave and then turned to Malfoy, anger rising in her face.
"Oh God! Why you," she said in exasperation.
"Just thought I would do you a favor," he said.
"The only favor you can do me is to leave," Mallory said firmly.
"Fine, you don't think you need my help? I'll leave," he said, turning and walking away. He only got a couple of feet before she stopped him.
"Ugh... wait," she sighed. "Don't go, I need your help..." Malfoy turned slowly to face her, grinning broadly.
"Coming crawling back are we? I knew you would," he said smugly.
"Look you little shit! I don't have to put up with this! Now get that stupid look off your face and get back over here," she told him sternly. Malfoy didn't move, but raised one eyebrow at her. She sighed again, "Fine." She put on a fake, high-pitched voice and said, "Malfoy, I would be most delighted if you would escort me to the sorting ceremony." She rolled her eyes at the look of satisfaction on his face. Malfoy strutted over to her. He walked to the door and opened it for her.
"Right this way," he said, standing back as she walked in. Mallory entered the castle, looking around at the paintings adorning the walls of the entrance hall. She heard the door close behind her and Malfoy's footsteps follow her. She was about to turn the corner when she heard Malfoy yell, "Now!" Crabbe and Goyle jumped out from behind a near by statue. Suddenly Mallory was covered in a mixture of slugs, slime, and water. Her screams filled the entrance hall.
"Gross! Ugh, this is disgusting," she yelled, pulling slugs off of her robe. She looked angrily up at Malfoy who, once again, looked utterly triumphant. Furious, she searched around for her wand.
"Looking for this," Malfoy said cheerfully, waving her wand in front of her face. Mallory snatched at it but he pulled it back before she could grab it. "I don't think so! I think I'll hang onto this for a while," he said, putting the wand in his pocket. "Shall we go to your sorting ceremony," he asked. Mallory grumbled angrily and walked on, knowing there was nothing she could do. "After you," Malfoy smiled, letting her enter the Great Hall.
Mallory walked through the many tables full of people to the front. She could feel everyone's eyes on her and heard laughter all around her. She was covered from head to foot in slime and her hair still held some slugs. She reached the staff table and threw herself down on the stool in frustration, folding her arms across her chest. A few teachers gave her some puzzled looks and Snape was grinning widely.
"Uh.... well let the sorting of Mallory Wolfe begin," a man with long silver hair and a beard to match said hastily. A stern looking woman came and put a large hat over her slug-infested hair. The hat slipped down over her eyes.
"They are going to have to give me a wash after this!"
'Great,' she thought. Just what she needed to top it all off, a talking hat.
"Well, no matter. Where should I put you?" The hat contemplated for a minute and said, "Well this isn't a hard decision at all! Definitely GRYFFINDOR!" The hat came off and Mallory could see some applause scattered through the laughing crowd. She stood up and sulked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down in-between Harry and Ron.
Ron looked her up and down and then asked, "What happened to you?"
"Don't ask," she said furiously, glancing over to the Slytherin table where Malfoy sat gloating to everyone around him.
The train began to slow as they reached the Hogwarts grounds. Mallory had changed into her new school robes a few hours before. She gathered her things and stepped off the train, Harry, Ron, and Hermione trailing behind her.
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!" Mallory saw and extremely large man at the head of the crowd, motioning students toward a dock full of boats.
"Who's he," Mallory turned and asked Harry, pointing to the mountain of a man.
"That's Hagrid. He's the Gameskeeper and the Care of Magical Creatures teacher," Harry informed her.
"Mallory Wolfe," someone called sternly over the sea of people.
"Huh? What? Did someone call my name," Mallory said, turning in all directions to look for the person. "I... I'm right here," she called back, raising her hand high in the air. Someone grabbed her arm tightly and painfully and pulled her over to them. Mallory, afraid of what she might see, slowly looked up into a pair of cold, black eyes. They belonged to a man with pale skin and long, greasy black hair.
"You are to come with me," he said coldly. His hand still wrapped tightly around her wrist, he began to drag her away from the crowd. Mallory looked back quickly to see Ron, Harry, and Hermione looking at her, a mix of fear and confusion on their faces.
"Uh... wh... where are we going... sir," Mallory said after she had finally gotten the courage to say something to him. The man said nothing and kept walking, dragging her along beside him. Up ahead Mallory could see someone waiting for them. Once they got closer she could see the person's face. She groaned at the sight, thinking this could not go well. Malfoy was standing a few feet in front of her, one hand on his hip and a look of triumph on his face. The man let go of her when they came to a stop.
"Mr. Malfoy has volunteered to escort you to your sorting, though why, I don't know," the man said with disgust. Mallory looked appallingly up at him, her mouth hanging open in shock of this comment.
"Thank you Professor Snape," Malfoy said greasily. Snape turned on his heel and left her and Malfoy standing alone at the entrance to the castle. Mallory watched him leave and then turned to Malfoy, anger rising in her face.
"Oh God! Why you," she said in exasperation.
"Just thought I would do you a favor," he said.
"The only favor you can do me is to leave," Mallory said firmly.
"Fine, you don't think you need my help? I'll leave," he said, turning and walking away. He only got a couple of feet before she stopped him.
"Ugh... wait," she sighed. "Don't go, I need your help..." Malfoy turned slowly to face her, grinning broadly.
"Coming crawling back are we? I knew you would," he said smugly.
"Look you little shit! I don't have to put up with this! Now get that stupid look off your face and get back over here," she told him sternly. Malfoy didn't move, but raised one eyebrow at her. She sighed again, "Fine." She put on a fake, high-pitched voice and said, "Malfoy, I would be most delighted if you would escort me to the sorting ceremony." She rolled her eyes at the look of satisfaction on his face. Malfoy strutted over to her. He walked to the door and opened it for her.
"Right this way," he said, standing back as she walked in. Mallory entered the castle, looking around at the paintings adorning the walls of the entrance hall. She heard the door close behind her and Malfoy's footsteps follow her. She was about to turn the corner when she heard Malfoy yell, "Now!" Crabbe and Goyle jumped out from behind a near by statue. Suddenly Mallory was covered in a mixture of slugs, slime, and water. Her screams filled the entrance hall.
"Gross! Ugh, this is disgusting," she yelled, pulling slugs off of her robe. She looked angrily up at Malfoy who, once again, looked utterly triumphant. Furious, she searched around for her wand.
"Looking for this," Malfoy said cheerfully, waving her wand in front of her face. Mallory snatched at it but he pulled it back before she could grab it. "I don't think so! I think I'll hang onto this for a while," he said, putting the wand in his pocket. "Shall we go to your sorting ceremony," he asked. Mallory grumbled angrily and walked on, knowing there was nothing she could do. "After you," Malfoy smiled, letting her enter the Great Hall.
Mallory walked through the many tables full of people to the front. She could feel everyone's eyes on her and heard laughter all around her. She was covered from head to foot in slime and her hair still held some slugs. She reached the staff table and threw herself down on the stool in frustration, folding her arms across her chest. A few teachers gave her some puzzled looks and Snape was grinning widely.
"Uh.... well let the sorting of Mallory Wolfe begin," a man with long silver hair and a beard to match said hastily. A stern looking woman came and put a large hat over her slug-infested hair. The hat slipped down over her eyes.
"They are going to have to give me a wash after this!"
'Great,' she thought. Just what she needed to top it all off, a talking hat.
"Well, no matter. Where should I put you?" The hat contemplated for a minute and said, "Well this isn't a hard decision at all! Definitely GRYFFINDOR!" The hat came off and Mallory could see some applause scattered through the laughing crowd. She stood up and sulked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down in-between Harry and Ron.
Ron looked her up and down and then asked, "What happened to you?"
"Don't ask," she said furiously, glancing over to the Slytherin table where Malfoy sat gloating to everyone around him.