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Chapter Nine:
The Sorting
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and I knew this was not a woman to piss off.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said brightly.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She said with little to no emotion glancing over us. I shiver slightly though got no threating feel from her.
She open the door wider. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the manor in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out. It also has a beautiful marble staircase facing us led to the upper floors.
We followed Professor McGonagall across the stone floor. I could hear the voices of hundreds of people, maybe more, from a doorway to my right. Everyone else have to be here already. Instead of going where the others are Professor McGonagall showed us into a small, empty chamber off the hall. We crowded in, standing rather closer together than we would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair. I just took a nervous breath closing my eyes and remember the faces of my aunts and uncles along with my friends, mainly Jasmine.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber. I want to crawl under a rock and hide from the world nervous more now.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" I could hear Harry asked someone, assuming it is Ron.
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron answer sounding scared.
Without looking around I know everyone is nervous, some even terrified. No one was talking much except Hermione, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. I tried hard not to listen to her cause she was making me more nervous. I open my eyes and kept them eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead us all to our doom.
Then something happened that made me jump about a foot in the air and several people behind us screamed "What the -?" Hary gasped. So did the people around us. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the us. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance -"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. I smile up to him feeling more at easy now.
Nobody answered. I open my mouth to do so when another ghost answer. "New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely. I smile more perking up. "Yes, Sir." I love being around friendly ghosts!
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." The voice made me jump and notice the witch in green robes.
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall to where the others, alive, people are.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told us, the first years, "and follow me."
A boy with sandy hair in front of Harry then Ron and I. We follow in and I had never even imagined such a strange and awesome place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, I looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. I gasp in wonder.
Hermione whisper, "Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
I quickly looked around again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the us. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Piper would throw a fit about it being in the house, Phoebe and Paige so much like Grams and Nana would just laugh.
Galncing around I noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. I blink a few times to try to figure out what's really happening. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth with an intake of breath the hat began to sing:
"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'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make 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'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. I am freaking out slightly. Never my three and half years dealing with magic have I seen something like that. Magic paintings you get trapped in, yes. Magic lockets from the past, yes. Never an inanimate object turn to life.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Harry. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll." I held back the laugh from that.
I smile as I notice Harry was to though he was weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but I did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather alot; I will do it don't get me wrong. Just didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment, granted I am not going to sarcasm like I normally do. I have been around Cole to long.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment knocking me out of my inner rant. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause before the hat screamed. "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. I saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
" Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; we could see Ron's twin brothers catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was my imagination, after all we'd all heard about Slytherin, but they giving me a bad feeling, like a table of coniving demons and darklighters sat there. I had to look away before I want to risk trying to vanquishing one of them.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
I noticed it sometimes shout out names at once others it took a few minutes. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. "GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned. I cover my mouth from laughing at his discomfort.
"Jameson, Sabih." That got my attention. Strange name for someone. The boy who reminds me of a young bike gang leader from the boats walk forward and sat down. His bright blue eyes caught my attention again. Something about him draws me to him.
The hat stayed where it was for about two minutes before calling out. "GRYFFINDOR!"
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville too. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR,"
Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag."
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got my wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" So all I have to do is NOT land in Slytherin. Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.
There weren't many people left now. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last Professor finally called. "Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. I took a slight gulp. I swear I will get in fights against mu better judgement if it means to protect my friend.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?" The people start whispering.
Everyone was trying to look at him. Watched quite intistly as the hat decided. "GRYFFINDOR!" It finally called after a few minutes.
I let out a sigh of relief I didn't even know I was holding in. I also watch as he took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He is getting loudest cheer yet. I can hear the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff they'd seen earlier.
And now there were only three people other than me left to be sorted. "Thomas, Dean," a Black boy even taller than Ron, joined Harry at the Gryffindor table.
Finally I was called. "Trudeau, Prudence." I walk to the stool and sat down.
When the hat cover my eyes I heard a small voice and tried not to jump. "A coven witch, not just any coven witch but a child of a Charmed one. One of the three of legend. You are smarter than most. Not first I have seen. Brilliant in your own way. Blessed by the fairies, Nymps, and is that a demon you have for an uncle?" He is looking through my memories? "You would be able to sharpen that mind of yours in Slytherin."
No. Not Slytherin.
"Not Slytherin? Well than. GRYFFINDOR!" He bellow out and the hat was lifted off. I jump off and walk to the table where others were waiting for me. I sat down beside Hermione who is looking around.
"Turpin, Lisa," was next and became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now. I saw Harry crossed his fingers sticking them under the table and a second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry clapped loudly as did I with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him.
"Well done, Ron, excellent," said another Weasley whom if I rememeber right is Percy and sat directly across from Harry as "Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Sitting back down I could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who gave someone the thumbs up. In center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. I recognized him at once from the book that Hermione was showing me earlier.
Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. I saw a nervous young man that gave me bad vibes. He was looking very large purple turban.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "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!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. I was holding back laughter. If all of the Professors were like him this will be a very interesting school year.
"Is he - a bit mad?" I heard Harry asked Percy uncertainly.
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
The table once was empty besides plates and goblets to drink out of now full with food: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs. A few of these were told to me by Neville or Ron when I asked. It is so strange!
I miss Piper's food and knew I would but this looks so good. I didn't pile my plate like Harry piled his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delicious. Then half way through plate I frown remembering Piper would always fuss at me over the smallest things, not putting enough greens on my plate, not eating enough. Stuff like that.
"That does look good," said the ghost in the ruff sadly, watching Harry cut up his steak, that knock me out of my train of thought.
"Can't you -?" Harry started and I cover my mouth from laughing.
"I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."
"I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly making me jump slightly. "My brothers told me about you -you're Nearly Headless Nick!"
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy -" the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?"
Sir Nicholas looked extremely upset, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted. I cover my mouth then took up for the poor man. "That is extremely rude, boys." I said and the ghost gave me a warm smile.
"It is alright Prudence." He silently thank me. He then turn to the boys. "Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it all the way through. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So - new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable - he's the Slytherin ghost." Hearing who's over there I start to hum Snoopy and the Red Barron. I haven't sang or play any interments since my mom died but humming is just a way to keep me from being rude myself.
"How did he get covered in blood?" asked Seamus with great interest.
"I've never asked," said Sir Nick delicately. I didn't look up from my plate not wanting to see the ghost they are speaking of.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding. My teeth are already hurting from the sugar.
As I got myself some chocolate and cookie dough. The small talk turned to their families. "I'm half-and-half," said Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mum didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him." The others laughed.
"What about you, Neville?" Ron ask with a mouthful of something or another.
"Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch," said Neville, "but the family thought I was all- Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me - he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned - but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced - all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here - they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad."
On the other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione were talking about lessons "I do hope they start right away, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something else, of course, it's supposed to be very difficult-"
"You'll be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing - " With them I had to tune them out.
"What about you, Prudence?" Seamus ask looking my way.
"My family is all Coven Witches. I got the letter and didn't know anything about this world or anything till my whitelighter and his friend explain it." I said and a few even Percy now looking at me shock.
"Where are you from? Your accent isn't like any I heard before." One of the Petil twins ask. I think thats their last name.
"California, America." I answer with a smile. "My family all from America." Everyone just stare at me shock. I sunk some in my seat.
"Told you, you were first." Hermione smile as a few older people ask me a bunce of questions.
"Do Coven Witches really have powers? It's magic I know but they each have their own." A boy a few years older than Weasley twins ask. He has what sounds like a Scottish accent. Dark brown hair is short and his dark brown eyes watch me. I felt a blush rise from my cheeks but I didn't show my embarrassment and decide to show instead of answer. He is the boy I saw in Diagon Alley, twice.
Getting a spoon of ice cream I turn to Hermione. "May I use you as an example?" I asked. She nod her head but looks utterly confuse. "Please no one ask me to do this unless emergancy. My whitelighter and aunt would kill me if they knew what I was about to do." I said to the ones watching.
I flung the spoonful of ice cream at her then froze it in midair only concentrating on it. As it just stayed in midair I motion it to come back to me and I pick up the plate where it land. It splatter a little making me have to wipe it off my face with a grin. "Last time I did that I made a bowl of gravy flip over a jerk's head for hitting my best friend." I laugh out at the memory.
Percy looks pissed is an understatement and looking over my shoulder I saw the twins plotting something. I can see the gears turn as they start to whisper to each other. The older boy who ask in first place looks shock and amused. "You can't do that!" Percy bellow his face almost same color as his head. "What if that would have hit her, or myself?" I just grin at him.
Risking a glance at the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor in a absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. The last man caught my attention.
I saw him look in my direction till I notice he wasn't looking at me but Harry. "Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head.
"What is it?" Percy asked him.
"N-nothing." I look at Harry not believing him.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy I look up to the two Harry motion at.
"Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to - everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape." Harry and I watched Snape for a while, but Snape didn't look at him again and I am grateful for that. Something isn't clicking together.
That has to be the Snape from my vision though I didn't see him. Finally, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent. "Ahern - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did. I felt the seriousness from the Headmaster though he looks to never be to serious. "He's not serious?" he muttered to Percy.
"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere - the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. I noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Everybody finished the song at different times, besides I who couldn't bring myself to sing. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. I notice Harry slowing down must be tired. I am too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed, or that twice Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. They climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and I was just wondering and worry about how much farther they had to go when they came to a sudden halt.
The twins one on each side of me scoop me up. I let out a tired squeak of surprise. I look up to a bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him.
"Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice, "Peeves - show yourself"
A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, or maybe a really long raspberry sound, came. I cover my mouth as the twins let out a laugh. "Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?" There was a popping sound then a little plump man with a wicked, darn eyes and wide evil like smirk on his wide mouth, appeared. He cross his legs in the air and clunch the walking sticks close.
"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!" He swooped suddenly at them. They all ducked and I am happy the twins stopped me now. I went up and peck both of them on the cheeks once they let me go. They grin like the Cheshire Cat to each other.
As Percy yelled at the poltergeist I let my gaurd down some. "Tomorrow is Sunday. Would you like us to show-"
"You around the Castle?" They finish each other sentence.
The rattling of the coat of armor got me to notice that whatever was over. I smile up the twins warmly. "I would love that." I answer as I caught what Percy is telling the others.
"You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are." At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. I try not rude and stare instead I look down to my hands.
"Password?" she asked.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. We all climb into the hole. Neville needed help up and once inside I gasp. We are in the Gryffindor common room. It is cozy and round room full with comfortable armchairs and couches.
Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. I follow the other girls to the top of a spiral staircase. We have to be in one of the towers, which is epic awesome! We got to the room were the others found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. But looking over the beds I couldn't find my trunk or Charlotte's crate. I walk down the stairs slightly confuse. When I got to the bottom I saw Percy talking to Professor McGonagall.
"You notice your bed wasn't with the other first years?" She ask properly. I nod my head confuse. "Knowing of your background we had set up a special room in each house for you. Follow the stairs straight up and it will lead you straight to your room." She inform me.
"Thank you." I yawn. "Goodnight." I smile and ran up the steps by twos. Top of the stairs there is a little wooden door that when I push up it allowed me in. It was a decent size room with high ceiling and two windows. A bathroom connecting it along with three beds. Strange why would I need three beds? Maybe this was meant to hold more people but they didn't show or something.
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