Sorry for the long wait, I've had physical therapy for my knee taking up all my time. I own nothing but Rita...
"Black, Rita!" The woman (who introduced her self as professor McGonagall) yelled out, and I could hear the rush of murmurs that filled the hall. Yes, I thought angrily, I am the daughter of a famous murderer. And I am not ashamed... I walk slowly towards the stool and the old hat. I just hope I won't be sorted into Slytherin. That would be horrible! I think as the hat slides down to the tip of my nose, blocking all light, and quite a bit of noise.
"So Slytherin is out of the question, eh?" I jump a little.
Did the hat just talk to me?! I hear a soft chuckle.
"Hmmm, well, you are definitely smart enough for Ravenclaw, but there is no way you are sweet enough for Hufflepuff."
Excuse me?! After what seemed like hours, but was only a few seconds I'm sure, the hat finally shouted one simple word: Gryffindor. My heart sinks from my throat, and back into its original place. That's a relief, I don't know what I would do if I had to go with the Slytherins... All is quiet as I stand up, and the people at the Gryffindor table look... Well, for lack of a nicer word, pissed. I sit down at the very end of the table, and the whole house scoots down to the other side of the table. I can feel my cheeks and neck burn. By the end of the sorting I have found out only a few people who would be in my first year house as well (not that I have a chance at making friends with them). Hermione Granger, who has the bushiest brown hair I have ever seen, but would look nice if she only put it in a loose bun; Ron Weasely, who I met on the train and I made sure to look the other way when he walked towards the Gryffindor table; and Harry Potter, the kid who is the son of the two people my father helped murder. I wasn't paying too much attention to the sorting, I'm not gonna lie. Although, one kid did catch my eye; and not in the good way. His sleeked back white-blond hair mixed with his triumphant, yet slightly snotty, smile gave him the impression of someone you might want to watch out for. I cast a quick look down the table that I would be sitting at for the next seven years, that is, if I don't get expelled first. Wow, are all of those red-haired kids Weaselys'? They must be. I have never seen so many red-haired people all together like that in my whole life, but I guess I wasn't exactly the kid that ran around outside all day and got to play with the neighborhood kids. I feel slightly bad for Tonks, she had to deal with me all my life, and I know that that couldn't have been easy... I heard all the voices fall silent, and I looked forward toward what must be the teachers/staff table. A man (who I assumed to be Dumbledore) had stood up with his arms wide in welcome. The students around me fell silent, and the hall was the quietest it's been all night.
"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" ( A/N: Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone, page 123) Dumbledore sat back down, and I refocused my gaze to the plates before us, scattered around the table. It didn't take long to realize that the golden plates had somehow filled with food while I had my head turned upward. My stomach gave a quiet growl that was gone unheard because of the uproar that had started once the plates filled. I grabbed only a few foods and put them on my plate, not wanting to grab something I wasn't going to eat. I slowly started on my dinner, my head downcast. I was slightly worried; I didn't want to be the odd man out at everything, including meals when the most space you could get between two people was a foot or two! Once I finished my food, I pushed my plate forward. I didn't want anymore, my stomach felt all weird and churning inside from thinking about all the years I had in front of me known as 'The Girl Who's Father Was A Murderer.' I would trade with Harry any day. I sat in even more silence (if that was even possible) until Dumbledore rose to his feet once again. He merely stated a few rules that are to be followed, including not to go into the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side. Moments later we followed one of the Gryffindor Prefects, I think his name was Precy? Up flights of stairs we walked until we at last reached a portrait of a slightly larger than most woman in a silky pink dress.
"Password?" she said airily.
"Caput Draconis," Precy? Said to the Fat Lady, and we all walked into the huge common room. I walked straight towards the Girls Dormitories as soon as what's-his-face told us which stairwell led to which dorms. I walked into the dorm that was meant for first years, and walked over to the four-poster bed that was over in the farthest corner. Our trunks had already been brought up, so I used what little strength I had in my arms to drag my case all the way to my bed. I opened it and pulled out a pair of m pajamas and changed silently in the bathroom, before brushing my teeth, and finally settling down for bed. Tomorrow will be a long day.
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