Chapter 2: The Sorting
Words: 5372: Just to keep track!
I am trying not to rush it too much, so let me know how I'm doing! And sorry for the big gap in between chapter posting!
Beta: Sckmacklar; thanks a bunch!
song:Jump Up Super Star, Mario Oddessy. My favourite song :)
I am planning on keeping pairings the same as the original. I might change Frisk's pairing.
For the rest of the train trip, they were not disturbed; and they talked about their home life as something to do. They all thought the trip was very long and boring and unnecessary. Harry was a little unwilling at first, but Snow and Hermione managed to get his home life out of him. Though, there was a little bit of blackmail. Needless to say, even with Harry understating what it was like, none of his friends was terribly impressed with his home life. He shuddered to think what they'd think if he told the truth. Neville much to his and Snow's surprise, was also a bit reluctant.
Right then, the Prefects came down the train saying they were arriving at Hogsmeade in twenty minutes and to make sure they leave their stuff on the train and they were wearing your robes. This gave Snow, Hermione, Harry and Neville a terrible fright: where did the time go?
"Gee, it's passed fast, hasn't it?" Snow said feeling shocked about how fast time had gone.
"Yes. We will get out so you girls can change. Give us a buzz when you're finished, though: so, we can change," Harry said getting up to leave.
"Alright, will do," Hermione said as the boys went out.
Snow and Hermione put on their robes, then they left the compartment so the boys could change. As they opened the door to tell the boys they could change, Neville jumped a foot in an air. As Snow and Hermione waited, they saw three red-headed boys go from one compartment to another. They were all far away so they couldn't see many details, but even from where Hermione and Snow were; you could tell their robes were second, third, maybe even fourth hand. One boy looked about their age and the other two were about thirteen. The younger one didn't look happy.
Hermione said, gesturing her head to the shorter one, "That shorter one was the boy who Neville chased off; I wonder if the other two are brothers?"
"Hmm, maybe. I hope they are, because then they would give that boy a stern talking. Hang on, they might be Weasleys! I've heard they are all orange red-heads, and there are heaps of kids in that family and they're rag-poor. I've heard that from Draco, so it's probably a bit of an overstatement," Snow said.
"How many do you mean by heaps?" Hermione asked raising an eyebrow. People did like to exaggerate numbers.
"Around seven, I think," Snow said, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"Ouch! Seven?! You've got to be joking!" Hermione shouted, shocked. From what her mother said, having children was painful; so, Hermione couldn't work out why you'd want more than two, maybe at a stretch three. Then again, if it was painful, why would you want any?
About then, Neville and Harry invited them back in, knocking Hermione out of her musings. When Hermione had come back to earth, she and Snow returned to the cabin.
"What was that great shout about?" Harry asked as they came back in.
"I told Hermione the Weasleys had seven kids," Snow said simply.
"WHAT?!" Harry shouted; just as shocked as Hermione.
"Ah, I see," Neville said, shyly nodding. It was still unbelievable for him, but he was used to it.
"I can't believe that! Why?!" Harry groaned.
"You'll get used to it," Snow said simply.
Ten minutes later, the train stopped. Everyone was told to get out; and yet again, they were reminded to leave the bags on the train. Snow was quite offended: did they think the first years were so stupid they couldn't remember to leave their bags on the train? And the older years? Did they think they were that stupid, too? If so, Snow thought it was very insulting.
As they got out, they heard a huge man calling, "First years! First years! This way!"
"That's Hagrid! Hey, Hagrid!" Harry called excitedly.
Hagrid turned as they approached him. Hagrid said, "Oh! All right there, 'Arry?"
"Absolutely! I am very excited! But, a bit nervous too," Harry admitted.
"That's good to 'ear!" Hagrid said nodding in approval as he patted Harry on the back; but to Harry, it seemed like getting whacked.
When all the first years were gathered, Hagrid led them off down a path while crying, "Follow me! This way!"
Said path was very overgrown and there were plenty of tree roots to trip over. It also had a lot of curves, just to make matters worse. Snow wondered how many times Frisk had fallen over, as she was particularly good at falling over tree roots. They had gone on a bushwalk in Australia before coming to Hogwarts, and Frisk had fallen over every tree root. But, there were plenty of other things to fall over and she hadn't fallen over them.
Then Snow heard someone complain about all the tree roots and how his father would throw a fit when he heard about them: Snow quickly realised that was Draco being typical Draco. She couldn't help but groan: why did he have to be such a prat?!
Snow, Hermione, Harry and Neville were at the back, because Neville was having trouble keeping up, and he had almost fallen over, several times. Hermione made a note to really help Neville out during classes, because he had a lot of confidence issues.
As they went around another corner, Hagrid said, "Now just around 'ere we will see 'Ogwarts…"
And right on cue: a magnificent castle came into view. It was massive! And standing on a hill in the dark with all the lights on made it look beautiful. Everyone oohed and ahhed at the sight of Hogwarts. Even Snow gasped and looked at it in awe.
"No more than four to a boat!" Hagrid called, moving everything along. If he left the kids to their own devices, they would be here all night!
"Come on! Let's quickly get into this boat before someone else steals it," Snow said, making her way to a nearby boat with the others quickly following.
It was just as well Snow made a charge for it because Neville's orange-haired friend tried to push past him to get into the boat, but Neville gently pushed him in the ribs, and he fell over. Frail, weak thing!
As Neville sat down, Harry said patting him on the arm, "Good job, Neville."
"Thank you," Neville said excitedly, bowing, which was impressive because he was sitting down.
"Can we see you brother and sister from here, Snow?" Harry asked looking around.
"Yeah; see over there where Draco, who visited use earlier is seated? You remember, the blonde-haired boy? The Monster boy and the Black-haired girl with glasses with him are Frisk and Asriel," Snow said jesting over to a boat with Draco, a monster child and two black-haired children; a girl and boy. The girl was wearing glasses.
"Oh, I see!" Hermione said turning around to see them.
"Is that Draco Malfoy?" Neville asked in surprise; which was unlike Neville. He couldn't believe his eyes! Draco Malfoy was sitting with a probably Muggleborn! The monster he could understand, you know for appearance and stuff: but a Muggleborn?
"Yes, why?" Snow asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I am just surprised to see him with your siblings," Neville said, still sounding surprised.
"He's a bit odd; Sometimes he's the sweetest person, then other times he's just like his father," Snow said; thinking about how cold and unpleasant Lucius Malfoy could be. Even then, though; Lucius could be pleasant enough.
"When he came by earlier, what was he then?" Harry asked; trying to grasp what Snow meant.
"Something in the middle," Snow sighed; that was his normal spot!
"I'd be interested in meeting his father then," Harry said thinking he must be an interesting person.
"Come and spend time with me and my family and you'll be guaranteed to meet him," Snow said rolling her eyes. Narcissa and Toriel got on well, so Narcissa at least was always over at their house. She suspected part of the reason for the frequent visits was because Toriel made lovely Cinnamon Pie, and Narcissa really liked it. Narcissa did, however, quite often bring Draco and on weekends, Lucius as well. Though, Lucius always looked like he had been dragged there.
"You guys get on well?" Harry said, reading between the lines.
"Yes. I have to lock myself in my room to not end up victim to a prank from Draco, Blaise and Asriel," Snow said loathingly.
"Is Blaise that black-haired boy?" Hermione asked, and Snow nodded.
"Move forward!" called Hagrid, and the boats moved forward causing everyone to be bobbed forward; and in Harry, Neville, Snow and Hermione's case, they were almost thrown off the boat or did a faceplant.
"It would be nice if we got some warning," Hermione groaned as she sat up.
"We probably did, but we didn't hear it because we were talking," Harry said sticking up for Hagrid.
"I doubt it: Hagrid is not exactly a mouse," Snow commented. She wasn't trying to be mean, but she was being honest.
"Yes, I agree," Hermione agreed.
"I hope we get to this sorting soon; the suspense and my nerves are going to kill me," Hermione said as they watched the castle get closer.
"I hope we end up in the same houses," Harry said.
"I doubt it; we are all very different," Snow said bitterly.
"We can still be friends no matter what house we're in," Hermione said wisely.
"How every Ravenclaw of you," Snow said; commenting on the logic Hermione was using.
"HEADS DOWN!" Hagrid called, and they quickly ducked their heads as they went under a low hanging rock.
"What are they trying to do? Ripe us all out or something?" Harry complained. They're wizards after all; surely, they could blast the rock or something?
"Seems that way," Snow said; wondering if they didn't like first years, so they were trying to get rid of as many as possible.
When the boats pulled up to some docks, everyone piled off before Hagrid could even open his mouth: no one wanted to be on those boats for any longer than necessary! When everyone had gotten off, they waited for Hagrid to get in front, and he led them up a narrow spiral staircase with several bits of said stairs missing. Everyone had to walk in single file because of how narrow it was.
Neville tripped over several times, once nearly falling into Harry, and Harry, Hermione and Snow all almost tripped at least once. Swearing at Hagrid for taking them up said stairs, they started walking slower so that they got behind, and they didn't trip over anymore.
"I am really happy to be at Hogwarts, but they could do more fixing up the place," Hermione noted.
"I agree," Snow said.
When they reached the top, Hagrid and the other first years were waiting for them in front of two very nice big oak doors. Hagrid was looking a bit impatient, but he didn't say anything; and if he did, none of them would have been impressed and Snow would have come back with a snarky remark.
"All 'ere now?" Hagrid asked impatiently.
"I think so!" answered one student, and everyone else nodded to agree with them.
"Alright, 'ere we go," Hagrid said, knocking on the doors.
Five minutes went by, and Hagrid knocked again. This time they opened after around a minute. Snow thought they must have been running ahead of time since no one was waiting. The doors opened to reveal a stern, glaring Witch. She had dark grey hair and was dressed in green.
The witch said to Hagrid, "Thank you, Hagrid, I'll take them from here."
"No problem, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid responded stepping into the hall and walked off.
"First years, follow me," Professor McGonagall called, and she led them into the next room, and more importantly, away from the broken staircase.
The room Professor McGonagall led them across was bare; but really big! It had several stairways going off it, up or down. Professor McGonagall then shooed them all into a smallish room just near some big oak doors with gold fittings and a gold; snake, lion, eagle and badger statues outside.
When they were all in this little room just near the big oak doors with gold fittings, Professor McGonagall said, "In a minute; you'll be led through those doors just there where you'll be sorted into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Whichever house you go into; will be your home for the next seven years. Over the years, you'll earn points for good things, such as doing well in class or helping another student out. You'll lose points for being out of bed after curfew or not doing your homework and you don't have a valid excuse. At the end of every year, the House Cup is awarded to the house with the most points. Wait here, I'll be back. Before I return, I would suggest tiding yourselves up." Her eyes fell on Neville and his ginger friend.
This caused Snow to notice Neville's robes were a bit all over the place. Hermione noticed too, and she told Neville this, so he went and fixed himself up. During that time, Professor McGonagall left.
"I say, I think we've been abounded," Snow said, joking.
"She won't be long; I'm sure. She must trust us though, to leave us unattended, I mean," Harry said, glancing over at some rather rowdy first-years.
"Or she doesn't but she doesn't have a choice in the matter," Neville added shyly.
"Oh, come on! We're eleven-year-olds, not five-year-olds!" Hermione said sharply.
"Leave Weasley and Draco in a room together and you'll rethink that," Snow said dryly.
Then, some ghosts decided to keep them company which gave a lot of students a fright; especially Neville and a few other quite timid ones. There were four ghosts. "Come on, Baron! Give Peeves a chance!" a tubby ghost said.
"No, no, and again, no!" a badly stained ghost said.
"Ah, look, first-years," the only female of the lot said, changing the subject.
"The Grey Lady, Bloody Baron, Fat Friar and Nearly Headless Nick I presume?" a strawberry blonde-haired girl asked.
"That's right!" The fourth ghost said.
"I'll see you in Hufflepuff! That was my old house, you know!" the ghost who was obviously the Fat Fryer said.
"Come on, we're ready for you," said the newly returned Professor McGonagall.
The students started moving towards her, so Professor McGonagall turned to lead them through the oak doors with the golden fittings.
When they went through the doors, they entered the Great Hall, and everyone was in awe. The roof was very high up, and just about at the roof were floating candles. But the most amazing part about it was the actual roof looked like the sky!
"I read—" Snow started, but Hermione cut her off, "It's enchanted. I read that in Hogwarts, a History."
"Hey! That's what I was going to say!" Snow protested, glaring at her so-called friend.
The Great Hall contained five long tables. At four of them, students were seated, and the other one they all assumed was teachers. After all; the people seated at the table looked too old to be students.
In front of the teachers, the table was a stool with a ragged looking hat on it. Snow at least thought it could do with a bath. Harry, on the other hand, thought his aunt would never allow that in the house and Neville and Hermione were paying it no attention because of everything else.
As they all lined up in front of the teacher's table and the hat, the hat began to sing (making Neville and Hermione come back to the present):
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge on what you see. I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me. You can keep your Bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall, for I am the Hogwarts sorting hat, I can cap them all, there's nothing hidden in your head the sorting hat can't see, so try me on, and I'll tell you where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry, set Gryffindor's apart. You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuff's are true and unafraid of Toil, or yet, wise old Ravenclaw, if you're ready at mind, where those are wet and learning, will always find their kind, or perhaps Slytherin, where you'll meet your real friends, those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends. So, put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands, (though I have none) for I am a thinking cap!"
Everyone applauded, and the hat said bowing – if it could – "Thank you."
"When I call your names, please present yourselves up here. Abbott, Hannah," Professor McGonagall said, unrolling a very, very long scroll.
A round-faced girl with pigtails went up. A minute later the hat cried, "Hufflepuff!"
The Hufflepuff table broke into cheers, and the Fat Friar waved at Hannah.
A few other students were then sorted, including Susan Bones (Hufflepuff) and Tracey Davis (Slytherin). Then Professor McGonagall called, "Dreamurr, Asriel."
"That's him; that's my brother," Snow whispered at the same time as a few people started whispering. Everyone had heard what happened, and it was all very mysterious. Some say it was a miracle Asriel was alive, while others say dark magic was involved. Even Snow herself didn't know: she had always been given the cold shoulder when she had asked.
A few seconds later, the Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"
Snow was sad. Hufflepuff was the least likely house for Snow to end up in. The next person called up was Frisk.
"And that's your sister?" Hermione whispered to Snow.
"Yep," Snow whispered back.
"Gryffindor!" the Hat called.
"Well, that isn't surprising," Snow muttered sadly: she wasn't likely to get into Gryffindor, either. Frisk had always been fearless, Snow realised that was, even more, the case after the adventures she had had when she had fallen down to where the monsters had been.
"Dreamurr, Snowdonna," Professor McGonagall called.
"Oh, gosh, that's me!" Snow gasped, running up.
When the Hat was placed on her head, it said, "What an interesting person you are."
"Slytherin or Hufflepuff!" Snow thought.
"Slytherin or Hufflepuff, eh? I normally give people their preferences, but if I think it is a bad match, I won't. Sorry; Slytherin would suit you well, but some of your personality would not do you well in that house. I have to say you belong… Ravenclaw! You will become a better person in this house," The Hat called then said. The Ravenclaws all clapped politely.
Snow sighed sadly; she was definitely going to be alone in Ravenclaw: Neville was definitely not a Ravenclaw, as was Harry. It occurred to her Hermione might be one.
About six people later, Professor McGonagall called, "Granger, Hermione."
"Please be Ravenclaw! Please be Ravenclaw!" Snow whispered quietly to herself.
"Gryffindor!" the Hat cried a short while later.
"No," sighed Snow, groaning and drawing it out for as long as possible.
A lot of people/monsters later, Neville was called. In his hurry to get up to the stool, he tripped up the step, causing a teacher who was glaring at everything that moved to sneer. Almost ten minutes later, the Hat finally called, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Neville looked a bit disappointed with that result, and he looked very nervous among the other Hufflepuffs. But Snow was happy to see Asriel making an effort to talk to him. Then Snow looked across to the table of the Lions to see Frisk, Hermione and another girl all talking happily together. Snow was a bit jealous about this because she wanted to be over there.
A while later, Professor McGonagall up a blonde-haired girl called Luna Lovegood. She joined the snakes. When they reached the Ms, Snow heard a familiar name. "Malfoy, Draco."
"SLYTHERIN!" called the Hat instantly.
Draco sat down and somehow got talking to the Luna girl. Snow was pretty sure Draco wasn't happy with the arrangements.
A while later, Snow had tuned out, so she got a surprise when someone said, "Hi! I'm Padma Patil."
"Huh?" Snow said spotting the dark-skinned girl sitting next to her. "Hi, I'm Snowdonna Dreamurr. But, call me Snow."
"Nice to meet you," Padma said, smiling.
"GRYFFINDOR!" called the hat.
"Awww," Padma said disappointed.
"Wha?" questioned Snow.
"Oh, sorry. That was my twin getting sorted into Gryffindor," Padma said sadly.
"Oh. My sister and brother got sorted into other houses, too. And two of my friends and someone else I know is all in different houses," Snow said.
"Oh, that's very unlucky," Padma said.
"Yeah, very," Snow agreed.
"Potter, Harry," Professor McGonagall called pridefully.
"The Harry Potter?"
"The Boy Who Lived?"
"Well how many can there be?" various people asked rather loudly.
"What's the betting Harry's going to be in another house to me," said Snow spitefully.
"You know Harry Potter?" Padma asked in awe.
"Yeah, he kind of dropped into my compartment on the train," Snow replied.
The Hat called, "SLYTHERIN!"
"WHAT?!" cried most the hall. A teacher at the Head Table looked suspiciously at Harry.
"He can't be a Slytherin! He's Harry Potter!" cried the boy Snow was pretty sure was Ron Weasley or just Neville's ginger friend to be safe. Several different people from across they house had their mouths open and gaping, Padma and Snow were included: how could someone be that rude?
"He will do well in Slytherin," the Sorting Hat said, daring Neville's ginger friend to speak back.
"Ten points from the house you're sorted into and two weeks of detention, Mr Weasley," Professor McGonagall said. Then she returned to the sorting.
"One good thing is; Weasel won't be in this house," Snow said relieved.
"Yeah. Good name too! Can't get him confused with the other ones," Padma said.
"Oh, yeah," Snow laughed after staring at Padma for a second.
She then looked over at the Slytherin table to see Harry, Draco and the Luna happily talking. Snow felt a little sad, but she was starting to build a promising friendship with Padma. Then Snow wondered what Luna was like: Draco didn't seem fond of talking to her, but Harry didn't seem to mind her.
After Weasley, there were two more students. One was Blaise, and he went to Slytherin while the other student joined Snow and Padma with the Ravenclaws.
After the sorting finished, Professor McGonagall rolled up the scroll, took the hat and stool and walked out. Professor Dumbledore stood up and said, "Before we eat allow me to say: Oddwick, nitwick, blabber, twick!"
Then the food appeared. Padma said as she started grabbing food, "So the rumours are true; he is mad."
"Rumours? I thought that was a commonly known that he was mad," Snow asked looking at Padma.
"Oh, yeah," Padma laughed. Then she asked, "You're familiar with monsters, right?" (Snow nodded) "Is the reason most the monsters are in Hufflepuff and Gryffindor because of the imprisonment under Mt Ebbott?"
"Yep. But as time goes on it will become more will join Ravenclaw and Slytherin," Snow said; believing it will even out.
"Understandable," Padma nodded.
"So, what classes are you looking forward to?" Snow asked.
"Transfiguration and Charms," Padma responded.
"Potions and Transfiguration for me," Snow said.
"So, we have one the same in possible favourite classes," Padma said.
"Huh?" Snow asked confused.
"Well, if we're looking forward to them, they must be possible favourites!" Padma said.
"Oh, true," Snow nodded.
When dessert appeared, Snow groaned, "I wish this feast would end already! I wanna go to bed. And I don't eat sweets."
"Don't you?" Padma asked, surprised.
"No, let me rephrase that. I don't eat cakes, sweet tarts and pies. At home, we had chocolate and sweet shop stuff. Toriel- err mum I mean, always thought if you were going to eat stuff which is bad for you, go all out," Snow said.
"I see. Fair enough. I find cakes and stuff a little rich and too sweet," Padma emitted.
"I can see how that happens," Snow said. A lot of cakes were very rich.
"We both might not have wanted to be Ravenclaws, or be here alone, but I think this will work," Padma said.
"Yes, I think it will, Padma," Snow agreed.
Finally, the dishes were taken away and Professor Dumbledore stood up. He welcomed them all, then told them the Forbidden Forest and the Third Floor Corridor were out of bounce. He also reminded them that on the Caretaker's office door there was a list of forbidden items. Then they had to sing some horrid song which was only suited for the bin. Finally, after that, they were dismissed. But, not before Dumbledore said the music they sang was good; which made people already believing he was mad think it even more with no doubts.
"First-year Ravenclaws, with us!" called a male and a female Ravenclaw. Upon closer examination, Padma and Snow saw they had a badge with P on their robes.
When the thirteen Ravenclaw first-years where near the two older students with a P badge on their robes, the female on said, "Alright! Nice to meet you all! I'm Penelope Clearwater, the fifth-year female prefect."
"Hello. I'm Roger Davis, the male fifth-year prefect. Follow us; we have a long walk," the male, Roger said. Then he and Penelope led them out of the Great Hall.
As they walked, Roger said, "We are the house of Knowledge: we prize learning above all else. You all are expected to be in the top half of the year. Take time getting to know everyone inside and out of your house, that could come in handy. Talk to each other, though! That is another good way of learning. We get a bit of a reputation of being geeky and anti-social. But really, we're are a little geeky, but very smart and we know a lot: we have friends all across the board, too; which helps. Especially when you have Slytherin friends. When you are given your timetable tomorrow, you will be given a map with all your classrooms marked. You are expected to make it to all your classes on time."
"If we get lost, is it a good idea to ask Paintings and Ghosts for help?" asked the only female monster in the house, Jennifer Right. There were three monsters' in Ravenclaw, and the other two were males.
"Ghosts maybe, if they look sensible. But the paintings often give people wrong directions. The only good one is Sir Cadogan, and if you meet him, you're really in trouble," said Penelope. His painting was near the Divination tower, and for the first two years of Hogwarts at the very least, these children wouldn't go near there.
"The easiest way to get to classes until you can remember is to head off in groups of three or four and work it out together," Roger said. They needed to be able to read and work out the map, and that was better and easier when there were more of them.
A little later, they reached a statue of a Raven. It said to them, "I can be quite large, I eat anything, and you carry me on your back."
"To enter our Common Room, we answer a riddle: and that was a pretty basic one. As the year goes on, they will get harder. Anyone going to guess?" Roger asked.
After no one putting their hand up, Snow asked, "Is it a backpack?"
"Yes, it is. A backpack," Roger said to the statue.
"Yes, it is," the statue said, revealing a door.
"And this girls and boys is the entrance to our common room," Penelope said leading them on.
Everyone was in awe as they entered the common room. It was bronze and royal blue, with a round dome-like roof. From looking up, they could see Balconies. In the common room were lots of older students, mostly sitting on blue armchairs. There were a couple of windows with window seats. There was also a large bookcase and merrily burning fire. Another thing in the common room was two sets of stairs going up and a card table. And in one of the corners there as a statue of some woman. Upon closer examination, Padma suspected it was Rowena Ravenclaw; but that was mostly from the tiara the woman was wearing.
"This is our Common room. The most beautiful of the lot. The bookcase is full of novels and storybooks. You may read them, but they must stay in the common room," Roger said. There had been a few cases where they had been taken home by a student or left in a classroom or the Library.
"Do we get to go up on those Balconies?" asked a girl who Padma believed was called Lisa Turpin.
"Yes. The one on the right is for the girls, and the one on the left is for boys," Penelope answered.
"Who's the statue of?" Snow asked.
"Rowena Ravenclaw; our house founder," Roger said quickly. Padma couldn't help but smirk: she had guessed right!
"Alright! Questions over: off to bed you lot! Girls on the right, boys on the left. Your dorm is one of the two that comes out on the Balcony. But it does have a sign on it saying 'first-years.' Okay?" Penelope said clapping to get everyone's attention.
"Okay!" The first-years echoed.
"Good. See you tomorrow," Roger said.
The first-years all said good night, then they went to their dorms. As they went up the spiralling stairs, Jennifer caught up to Padma and Snow and asked – causing Padma and Snow to stop – "For classes, can we go together?"
"Sure thing, Jen," Snow said falsely. She found Jennifer very annoying! Then she said, trying to act normal, "Padma, this cat/horse monster is Jennifer Right. Jennifer, this is Padma Patil."
"Nice to meet you," said Jennifer extending a hand/hoof, as two girls went past.
"Likewise," said Padma nervously shaking Jennifer's hoof, err, hand.
"Come on, we need to get to bed: so tomorrow we can to make our house proud," Snow said, and the other two nodded. Then they continued climbing after another first-year girl passed them.
When they finally reached the top, there were two doors. The furthest one had first year written on it. They went in that door and found that the other three girls were already there. They found their trunks pretty quick. One of the others was a bit put off by having Jennifer next to her, but they sorted it out, fortunately.
After brushing teeth and changing clothes, Snow wrote a quick letter back home and sent it off using the owl, Beatrix shared in between the three of them:
"Hi, Mum! Hi Dad!
How goes it? Are Sans and Papyrus being good to you? I've made quite a few friends, just before you ask. They are called Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Padma Patil. Hermione and Frisk are in Gryffindor, and it looks like they get on well. Asriel and Neville are in Hufflepuff and they look like they're getting on well. Harry and Draco got into Slytherin. I'm in Ravenclaw along with Padma, and Jennifer Right. You remember Jennifer, don't you? She's One-Eyed-Gallop's daughter.
If Asriel and Frisk don't letter you in the next couple of days, let me know and I'll talk to them.
Look forward to hearing from you,
Snow."
"Here you go, Beatrix; to mum and dad please," Snow said, tying the letter to Beatrix's leg.
"Hoo!" Beatrix responded, then she flew off.
With the letter sent off, Snow turned off her light and went to bed; glad she got the letter out of the way. Being the oldest, she was expected to keep in contact with Toriel and Asgore; and she had to nag Frisk and Asriel if they didn't send a letter.
Now, about the cover: I am still keeping their original friends, (plus Frisk,) however, Luna, Draco, Harry, Snow, Ginny and Padma go through the wormhole, so they are kind of the main.