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Ch. 4
There was a knock on the door of the carriage Draco and Blaise were seated in, and Draco Malfoy looked up to see none other than the Weaslette and a friend, no doubt one of the foreign exchanged students from Scotland who fled from the Death Eaters. He knew about Scotland's terror when the Death Eaters suddenly showed up, because his father had been the leader of that certain mission.
"What do you want Weaslette?" Draco spat at Ginny just as she was opening her mouth to speak. (A/N: no he did not spit in her mouth, he spit out the words. lol)
Ginny just glared at him, with a fire to match his hate for her family. "Well if you hadn't been so self conceded you might have noticed that this is the last open carriage. So since it is Jernia and I have to sit in it also, I would have used manners and asked if we could, but you already ruined that." Ginny retorted climbing in to the carriage and helping Jernia in also.
Draco looked kind of dumbstruck until his best Slytherin mate, Blaise, elbowed him in the side, bringing him out of his stupor that the Weaslette could actually have a tongue. And he voiced his thoughts. "Amazing Weasel you finally got a back bone!" He feigned surprise, as Ginny turned rolling her eyes, to her friend, what was it, Jernia? Yes that was right.
Ginny was whispering to Jernia about how much of a stuck up prick Malfoy was when the carriage rolled up to Hogwarts. And said prick shoved in front of Ginny just as she was about to get out, and jumped out before her. Ginny waited a second for Zabini to do the same thing. A few seconds later she felt someone prod her shoulder telling her to move forward, so she quickly stepped out and moved over to the right to wait for Jernia. Ginny glanced back to see the Zabini boy, Blaise, help Jernia from the carriage while smiling charmingly.
She glimpsed Malfoy looking thoroughly disgusted with what Blaise was doing.
Jernia walked over to Ginny and they made their way silently after the two fast paced Slytherin boys heading for the Great Hall.
"So, Jerr," Ginny said looking at Jernia. "What was that about?" She asked smiling as the brown haired girl blushed to her roots.
"To tell the truth Ginny, I have no idea." Jerr replied though she smiled all the way to the castle.
The Great Hall was already filled with the sounds of the older students discussing their summer adventures, as Ginny scanned the Gryffindor table. A few seconds later she glimpsed two spots next to Harry, and quickly made her way over to the seats with Jernia in tow.
Harry glanced up as Ginny came hurrying over before there were no good seats left, with a girl about average height, with long chestnut brown hair, being pulled along behind her. Ginny pushed Jernia in front of her and said, "Harry—Jernia, Jernia—Harry." Then turning Jernia to face her brother, and Hermione who were seated at the other side of the table, repeated the introduction. They all replied with similar variations of 'Hey' or 'Nice to meet you', as the whole Gryffindor table watched the 'New Girl'.
Then they sat down. Hermione being the most inquisitive of the group, asked first, "So, Jernia, where are you from?"
"Scotland." She answered quietly, not used to this much attention at once.
This answer made Hermione gasp. "You're not from the Academy of Magic, are you?" She asked, completely ignoring Ginny's desperate attempts to tell her not to bring up that subject at the moment.
"Actually I am." Jernia replied just a little more somber than she was before.
"Bloody hell!" Ron jumped into the conversation. "That's the school the Death Eaters attacked in Scotland!" Ginny slumped further in her seat; Ron was a completely lost cause.
Jernia didn't have a chance to answer to the depressing declaration of Ron's, because just then Dumbledore stood and the whole Great Hall fell silent except for a few select Slytherins.
"I'm sure you all have had wonderful summers, and have much to discuss about them, but our first years need to be sorted. So, please be respectful as they are sorted." Dumbledore added with a twinkle in his eye, then sat as the first years came shuffling in. The sorting began, and before long the first years were all sorted into their appropriate houses. And it turned out that Gryffindor got the most new students.
The Great Hall swelled with the voices of students congratulating their new first years until Dumbledore stood yet again and spoke, "We have one more sorting to do. As I'm sure you all have heard, Scotland's Academy of Magic was destroyed by Death Eaters, and it was said that no one who was a student there survived." Whispers reverberated around the Great Hall as students wondered. "Those claims were wrong." Dumbledore's voice boomed. "There was one survivor, and she is here with us now, in need of assortment. Please Jernia Atherton, if you will, come be sorted." Dumbledore extended a hand toward where Jernia was seated.
Jernia just sat for a few seconds before slowly rising from her seat and making her way gracefully to the stool with the old hat atop it. McGonagall motioned for her to sit, and the hat was placed on her head. It spoke in Jernia's mind inquiringly. So, it seems you have a very strong will. Not to be broken by minor losses, nor large. Also very intelligent, definitely fit for Ravenclaw, but as peaceful as a Hufflepuff. Ah, you dread Slytherin, than that is surely not the place to go. The hat was silent, then suddenly yelled out
GRYFFINDOR!
The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers as Jernia jumped off of the stool and quickly strode over grinning at Ginny. Taking her seat by Ginny again she whispered to her, "Thank God." And they both erupted into giggles.
As the Gryffindors finally calmed down, Dumbledore finished in saying, "Congratulations Ms. Atherton. Now without further a due Dinner may begin." And with that the tables sprung to life with food piled on every plate.
