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The train ride lasted for a few more hours. Very long and uneventful ones, too. I looked outside the windows, wondering what must be happening while I'm here. Are my parents okay? Are they worried? The evening sky really set the tone of my emotions, dark and gloomy, like a stormy night. It just didn't feel right. No matter how many times I have to keep denying it, the words always pop up in my head. Accept it, Jack. Your life was never interesting, be glad you have this.
How are my friends doing? Hopefully, they aren't worried about me too much, as I never missed a day of school before, no matter how sick or stressed I felt. I've always cared about them, the people I knew for more than five years. It doesn't seem much, but that's a long shot for me. As the years went by, I strayed further and further from the people I used to talk to and hang with, and so I ended up with them. For over five years.
As the train leads to a stop, I shake my thoughts out of my head. I can hear Percy's snore abruptly end as he wakes up and wipes away his drool. Reyna, already on the heels of her feet, makes way to the door. Harry gets up too, says goodbye, and hurriedly steps back with his friends. As everyone files out of the train we decide we should too.
We make it out alive (ha), and end up being called by a giant. Well, half-giant, as I was informed. "Ah! Yeh must be the exchange students wer' 'specting! Come along now! My name is Hagrid!" He motioned towards something behind him, and that's when I noticed there was a large lake right in front of us. Now, it wasn't as big as the Great Lakes in North America, but the water in this one was dark like squid ink.
As the other students went somewhere else, we went with the first years. There were only three of us, and no one wanted to share our boat, so the adventure to Hogwarts began. You can see the sky slowly turning darker, with a mix of colors this time, without the dull grey. No clouds were to be seen, the sky as clear as it can be. The stars were coming out, and you could see thousands of them. If I ever counted stars in my life, I can guarantee you I only ever made it up to twenty. And then it happened.
Percy, for some odd reason, fell out of the boat. I honestly don't understand how, and so I assume that he leaned in too far. Water went everywhere, and Reyna and I got soaked. You could practically hear the other kids making a commotion out of this.
He was in the water for a long time, and I was starting to get worried. I don't want to be blamed for his death, and I definitely don't want to see him die. Same for other people.
A few seconds later, Percy did eventually come back. We both helped him back up, careful to not tip the boat. And there wasn't a single drop of water coming off of him. Shocked, but still sane, I passed it off. Sometimes you can forget they're demigods.
"Hey, did you know a giant squid lives in this lake?" he asked once he settled back in. That must be the reason why it's as dark as ink. Because it is ink.
"His name is Harold," Percy pointed out. That sounds normal for once. I mean, the name. At least it's not something like, "Mrs. Ramamilopent." And if anyone could even think of a name like that, it's me.
When we all went back on track, ahead of us was the most beautiful castle I ever saw. It was large. Large and beautiful. You can see light spilling out of the windows. Percy breathed.
"Annabeth would've loved to see this," he murmured. Reyna silently agreed. "Yes."
You can see the glistening in their eyes, obviously appreciating this Annabeth. I didn't want to disturb the peace, so I stayed quiet. Maybe one day I can meet her. Hopefully. Meeting new people isn't something I do a lot, but I feel like I would need to know who people are in order to complete this quest.
We're back on land in a few moments, and the castle is even more beautiful close up. Yes, if Annabeth liked castles or some sort, she would definitely love this. A woman, who is a teacher here, I'm guessing, calls the first years up. We're not first years, but it's our first year here. So I guess you can say we are. "First years come along, now!"
She leads us to a large room, this magnificent hall filled with tables and chairs, the ceiling made to look like the sky from above. At the front was a hat placed on a stool. After everyone went quiet, the hat started to speak. It sang something about how it's job is to be "The Sorting Hat" and that it only sorts. I didn't bother to listen.
When the hat finished it's last lines, the sorting began. Some childrens' sortings were not even a second. The hat had barely touched some kids before their house was declared. Some kids took longer, but none over five minutes. At the end, was our turn.
"Jackson, Percy." The woman called out. When Percy walked up, and sat on the stool.
"Yes, very interesting..." The hat mumbled. It seems like Percy was trying to fight back against the hat. Before you know it, the hat shouted-
"GRYFFINDOR!" There were claps, and Percy headed to the table. I can see girls trying to catch the sight of him. Romance. I never understood why it was so important.
Reyna was called next, and the hat had only touched her head for a few seconds before it then called out-
"GRYFFINDOR!" Yes. Two Gryffindors from us. That means my only job right now is to get into Gryffindor with them. This should be easy...
When I got called up, they placed the hat on my head. It felt like a shock wave that went right though my brain. And it hurt.
"Hmm... Interesting indeed..." Please don't look through all of my memories, I thought. I need to get into Gryffindor! I have to! I begged. I tried, really. You want to get into Gryffindor, eh? I personally think you would do well in, oh yes indeed. You belong in- "SLYTHERIN!"
There were some claps. I could feel the tension between me and the other people at Slytherin. Hopefully there are some people who feel like me, right? I looked back at Percy and Reyna.
"Well, shit."
She's in Slytherin! Who would've thought... I'm very different from Jack, really. She's honestly more reckless than me, and I rarely do anything out of the ordinary. She looks NOTHING like me. I imagine her with these freckles and... well, I don't have any. She's more of a Gryffindor than she is a Slytherin but the hat thought otherwise. You know, Gryffindors don't have to always be brave. There's more to her, she has this mega load of ambition. I just haven't shown you them yet. Of course, thank you for the touching reviews, I'm sorry that I have been out lately. I will keep your suggestions in mind.
Awes0me out.