A/N: If anyone is still reading this, hi! This is chapter 2. Enjoy, read and review.
Noah was shoved into the Headmaster's office, having had an ultra long tour of the castle's moving staircases. The paintings were polite in saying hello to him, but wondered why no one else was in the halls.
The Headmaster's office was big. VERY big. It contained an empty hot tub, a large mirror, several large moving paintings of Professor McLean, and some smaller paintings of what looked like past Headmasters in a pile by the wall. They were complaining about not being hung up.
Noah looked at them curiously, then sat down in the chair across from the Headmaster's desk. The desk was covered in moving photographs of Professor McLean, as well as a small stack of parchment and some jewel-encrusted quills. A sleepy black- blue-and silver long-haired cat was laying on the papers. He looked up, yawned, and meowed at Noah.
"So, this is the headmaster's office." Noah stared at the paintings, who stared back in annoyance. " What a dump. Does this guy care about anything other than himself?" Noah asked the paintings as he scratched behind the cat's ears.
"Nope," said one painting of the Professor, who was fighting a dragon.
"Not really," replied another painting, of McLean looking into a mirror and admiring his reflection.
"Well, do you know if he's coming?" Noah inquired as he stopped scratching and facing the paintings.
"What do you mean? He's right here, right now." The paintings all pointed to themselves, then behind Noah. He looked, and was surprised to see the Headmaster himself standing in front of him. He was laughing to himself. The cat was no longer on the desk, nor was it anywhere in sight.
"I always get a kick out of tricking first-years. I don't know why, but it gets funnier every time." Professor McLean sat down at his desk and put his feet up. "I'm surprised you didn't notice, since you're some kind of genius or something." He then put his feet down, and interlocked his hands together and placed them in his lap. "So, what's your deal, Mr. Genius? Why did you stump the Sorting Hat?"
"Ok, my name is Noah, and I didn't do it on purpose. It couldn't figure out what House I should be sorted into. I was just as surprised as everyone else. I thought I would be sorted into Ravenclaw." Noah replied with an expression of pure and utter confusion.
"I know your name, I just enjoy using nicknames." McLean sat up, and pulled out a fairly new looking piece of parchment. "According to this, the Hat was trying to decide whether to put you in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Personally, I think you would make a fine Slytherin." He smiled a somewhat evil smile, small enough for Noah to spot, but not acknowledge. "But, what do I know?"
"Not much, apparently," Noah muttered under his breath. "When will I get Sorted? And where will I live until I am in a House?" he asked.
"Since you already seem to know someone in Ravenclaw, I guess you could stay in that dorm, but you wouldn't have the House robes. Are you familiar with Cody Anderson?"
"Yeah, we met at the train station. We're acquaintances."
"Good, then it's settled. You will stay in the Ravenclaw dorm, until you are properly Sorted. Hopefully, that will be within the week, so you can be part of a permanent House, instead of a temporary one." McLean scribbled it all down on some parchment. "We will need to bring in another bed. And get your things in there. And alert the prefect that you will be staying in Ravenclaw." He scribbled something else down, then handed it to the guy who had shoved Noah into the office. The guy quickly ran out the door.
"So, can I leave now? I haven't eaten yet." Noah asked.
"Of course. You may return to the Great Hall." The professor then looked at his clock, and his black eyes widened. "Well, would you look at that. It seems the feast is over. Looks like we missed it. Oh well. I guess it's straight to the Ravenclaw common room for you."
Noah, his stomach growling, got out of his chair, stepped out of the office, and began to re-navigate the moving staircases.