by Cynthia Taz
Note: Again, thanks for everyone's review. This chapter once again introduce a new character (so, in my option, not as funny as the previous one). It may developed into a 'real' story later on (instead of vignette style like this...), but in the mean time, I'll have to keep it short (at least until i've finish my other unfinished stories...). Sorry. :)
"Hopefully I will make it in Slytherin." Xander whispered nervously as he stood with Buffy and Willow, all waiting to be sorted at the Great Hall. "My mum's gonna kill me if I don't."
"But Uncle Neville's Gryffindor." Buffy pointed out.
"Doesn't work that way." Willow said. "You're sorted not only based on your bloodlines but mostly on your potential." She explained. "I hope I will be sorted into Ravenclaw. Usually only people with sharp minds got sorted into it."
"But-" Buffy was cut off when a brunette bumped into her. "Hey! Watc- Cordelia!"
"Buffy!" Cordelia Chase blinked. "Willow! What are you two doing here! Shouldn't you be in that muggle school!"
"Shouldn't you be in that muggle school?" Buffy growled at the bully who had tormented her best friend Willow since their first day in the muggle primary school.
"My parents are witch and wizard." Cordelia said, and made a face at the redhead and the blond. "I reckon you two are muggle-born, can't even hold a wand in the right way."
"Actually there's no right way to hold a wand, as long as you can flick easily without it slipping away." Willow pointed out.
"Shut up, loser." Cordelia growled. "I bet your parents are one of those Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter's wannabes. Can't wait to see the real Malfoy come and kick your butt."
Willow and Buffy exchanged a look. "My dad is Harry Potter and Willow's dad is Draco Malfoy."
Cordelia stared at them and blinked. Again. And again. "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are sooo outdated." She finally thought of a come back, almost a minute later, and moved towards the front when her name was called. Buffy and Willow exchanged a glance, before turning their focuses back onto cemetery. The brunette sat on the chair, and the professor put the sorting hat on her. Almost immediately, the Sorting Hat shouted. "Ravenclaw!"
Buffy turned towards the redhead. "You were saying?"