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Nelina's view
Nelina looked around as the train stopped, the boys each staring at each other before turning their attention back to her. "Well, seems like we'll be leaving you now." Lee said, almost sounding happy to get rid of her. George elbowed him before smiling at her.
"Nellie, first years are off the train first. So just head off and we'll see you later in the Great Hall." He said and she nodded quickly, hugging her book to her chest and hopping off the seat to leave the compartment. She walked off the train and looked around, trying to find someone who at least looked friendly. A giant of a man was yelling for all the first years to follow him and she quickened her pace to keep up with the man.
She walked through the crowd of kids her age when a familiar spot of flame red was caught through the cracks of heads. She smiled and picked up her pace trying to catch him. She almost tripped at one point, getting shoved by a horrid looking girl who very much resembled the pug that Mother Tilns used to have before finally reaching the boy and tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hello, do you happen to know Fred and George?" She said when he turned around, along with a boy whose hair was as dark as hers. The boy nodded, saying something that sounded like 'my brothers?' but had gotten lost in the noise of the crowd. She nodded and he smiled at her, which she took as an invitation to join the two.
They were lead to rowboats, where they sat with a girl with hair that was like a burned bush, complete with the frizziest curls Nelina had ever seen in her life. "I'm Nellie." She said, sticking her hand out. Each of the people she was sitting with shook it in turn and smiled other than the girl, who seemed to be sizing her up.
"I'm Hermione Granger." She finally gave Nelina a smile when her eyes rested on the book in Nelina's lap. The boy with the red hair next to her coughed and both girls broke eye contact to look at him.
"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley." He said, puffing out his chest. He didn't look much like his brothers who were tall and seemingly fit. The boy was small and despite his lanky body his cheeks were chubby as if he was a chipmunk storing up food for the winter. Her eyes flicked next to him where a nervous boy sat, she recognized him almost instantly.
"You... you were there!" She gasped pointing at him. His expression further changed, now a look of bewilderment.
"Excuse me?" He question and Nelina instantly regretted saying anything as now all three of the people in the boat were staring at her rather strangely.
"I saw you at the zoo. You were getting yelled at by a rather horrifying man." She said and his eyes grew wide.
"My uncle, yeah he's pretty vile." He said and she laughed at the way his face crinkled in disgust. "I'm Harry Potter by the way." He said and she instantly stopped. Her eyes grew to about ten times their already unusually large size as she stared at him. She had met both of her brothers in one day and neither seemed to be what she expected.
She opened her mouth to speak but they lurched to a stop as the boats hit shore, throwing her onto the floor. Hermione grabbed her hand, pulling her up and helping her out of the boat and onto land. "You have to be prepared for that." She said looking pitifully at Nelina as she dusted off her robes. They were lead up into a glorious looking castle and into a hallways where they stood on the steps with all the other first years.
Draco came up and addressed Harry, asking rather rudely to be his friend after insulting Ron. Harry rejected quickly, capping that he could very well choose his own friends. It left Draco in a bit of a huff if you asked Nelina, though no one actually did. Just then a harsh looking woman in emerald green robes and a pointed hat came into the room. Her sharp face was accented with black glasses and her thin lips were pursed into a straight line as she silenced the room.
She gave a short speech that explained houses and house points, the rules and what happened if you broke them before leading the group into the Great Hall. Most of the first years looked around in wonder, but Hermione and Nelina kept moving, having read all about the awe of the dining hall in Hogwarts: A History.
The first years clumped together in front of the staff table, where everyone could see them as they wondered what the sorting ceremony would hold. Ron listed off story after ridiculous story that had been passed onto him by his brothers as Hermione and Nelina shook their heads. A hat was placed on a stool in front of them, causing many curious and worrisome glances between the kids of her year.
To the surprise of many the hat opened what seemed to be a mouth and began to sing, an awful gravelly sounding voice emitting from the ratted old cloth.
"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 Hufflepuffs 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 folks 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 song filled the hall and when it was done the woman who had been introduced as Professor McGonagall came up to the stool, a roll of parchment in her hands. She began to read off the names and one by one her class began to be sorted into the four houses. "Ronald Weasley." The woman called, and after slight contemplation (the shortest sorting she'd seen so far) he was put into Gryffindor, like the rest of the Weasleys. The next significant name called was Draco's and she stood in anticipation as he walked up to the stool.
Before it even touched his head the hat rang out the name loud and clear. "Slytherin!" It cried and Draco hopped off, a smug smile on his face. Hermione and Harry were both sorted into Gryffindor, Harry's after quite a long contemplation by the hat. Finally it was Nelina's turn. She wrung her hands out as she made her way up the steps, all eyes on her.
The hat sat atop her head, and she felt it shift against her hair. "Hmm. Tricky, much like the Potter boy I see an ability to do great things, ambition and thirst to prove. There is a loyalty there, one that would shine if crafted in Hufflepuff. But the brains in you, and the diligence marks that of a Ravenclaw. Difficult decision indeed, but I think it better be.. SLYTHERIN." The last word came out like a boom and she had to place her hands on her ears to try and suffocate the noise as the hat was taken away from her head.
She looked towards the Gryffindor table where her new found friends were staring at her with amazement. Ron had warned her about the house, and how there wasn't anyone who was evil that hadn't come from the house. She slowly made her way to the table where cheers had erupted for her and sat at the end, trying to steer clear of everyone in her new house.
Draco's View
There was something he had liked about the girl, something that stuck out in the way she had so blatantly just left him on the train. He couldn't place his finger on it until she had been sorted. Now he knew, the way she had turned her back on him so coldly. She was purely Slytherin. He stared as she was the only one that had been sorted into Slytherin in which people were standing up to congratulate her. He was disgusted to see almost all that stood up were boys that were cheering wildly at the attractive new addition.
It must've been a steep change to the usual likes of girls like Pansy Parkinson. The girl looked absolutely terrifying, her face squashed in like a pug and forever adorned with a ridiculous pout, making her look like she had just been kicked into a gutter. His eyes looked across the table at where Pansy sat squealing with some other girl about how Nellie would be a great addition to the house when she sat down next to me.
She turned away from us, looking glad for her seat at the very end of the of the table and smiled as Dumbledore came up to the podium to give a speech about something that it seemed nobody actually listened to. When the food appeared she looked absolutely amazed, staring at everything as if it was the best thing she had ever seen. She only put a little on her plate though, and barely managed to finish that before pushing her plate away and waiting until we were to be taken to our dorms.
Fred's View
She was a Slytherin. He knew it had been too good to be true, she seemed pretty awesome from what he had seen on the train. Easily excited and always happy. She was genuinely nice and she looked a little like a bookworm from the way she guarded her book with her life. He thought she would at least be in Ravenclaw, but the hat hadn't given him that satisfaction.
He could tell she wasn't exactly pleased with the hats choice either as she made her way shakily to the table, instantly turning away to sever all contact with any of her fellow housemates. Maybe there was still hope she wasn't completely lost. He looked down at where his brother sat with an unsightly girl and the one and only Harry Potter. He watched as the three of them looked downright shocked, their eyes following Nellie to the Slytherin table just as his had.
"She seemed pretty alright to me." Ron grumbled under his breath, going back to the chicken wing that was on his plate. The boy was a toothpick, but he ate as if it was his last meal. Hermione nodded slowly, looking at Ron in disgust as he held a chicken leg n each hand.
"She could still be okay, she doesn't seem to enjoy the hat's choice. Maybe it made a mistake." Harry said, looking at the two of them in wonder. "It wouldn't be very fair to judge her just on her house." He finished and Hermione looked ashamed as she pushed her nose further into a book. Fred piped up.
"Ain't no mistakes with the sorting hat dear Potter." He chimed and George nodded beside him, giving him a high five. Harry stared at them glumly, his eyes trailing back to the girl. Fred's insides turned, knowing that what Harry had just said was exactly what he had been thinking just moments before, even though he knew that the hat made the correct choice always.
"I don't know about that. I mean she's over there and we have Neville." Ron said pointing over to the chubby boy at the end of the table. He looked extremely jumpy, as if he was anxious about something that the rest of the world knew was never going to happen. He looked like the type of kid that got hung on the flagpole by his boxers in one of those old muggle movies Fred and George had found two summers ago.
He shrugged and turned back to his dinner, finishing early and heading off to the common room. He sat in one of the large comfy chairs, soaking up the warmth of the fire when George came in, creeping up behind him. "Someone has a crush." He whispered in Fred's ear, making him jump. Fred glared at his twin as he laughed at him.
"Shut up man, I've known her for like a day." Fred whined at his brother who wagged his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ah, but you know exactly who I'm talking about. You didn't even ask me who I thought it was." George prodded, beginning to piss Fred off. "And that is how I know that you like her. Other than the fact that you were downright depressed when you found out she was a Slytherin. I mean, it could still work man." George sang, exiting the room and walking up the stairs.
Fred looked at his hands and sighed, who was George trying to fool? It would never work.
Nelina's View
The prefects called for all the first years and she promptly stood up, almost knocking into Draco. His arm shot out and he caught her as she fell backwards, inches from the floor. "You alright?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he helped to to stand once again. She nodded and hurried past him, not acknowledging any of her housemates.
The group was lead by their prefect down many stairs that seemed to never want to go in the direction they needed until five minutes after they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, and after many minutes they finally seemed to arrive at the dungeons. She walked in and looked around, the common room looking elegant, yet cold and dark. She shivered as she looked out a window, seeing the lake outside as she shook her head.
Draco came up behind her once again, nudging her with his shoulder. She could tell it was supposed to look like an accident, but was a failed attempt as he seemed to slow his pace when he passed her. "Draco, if you want to talk to me you could just say hello." Nelina said, a sigh escaping her lips. He turned, a grin on his face as he looked at her.
"Was it that obvious?" He asked and she giggled a bit as someone ran into him rather rudely as he stopped in the middle of the moving crowd.
"Terribly so." She finished, her giggling turning to full out laughter as he laughed along with her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the fireplace, pulling pillows off the couch to sit on.
"You look cold." He said and she nodded, sitting down happily on the pillow. One of them might hate her because of her house, but at least she was making friends with one of her brothers. She turned towards him and smiled as she looked into his eyes, now a liquid silver.
"You really don't like the Weasleys do you?" She asked genuinely, cringing a little as a look of disgust crossed his face.
"They're blood traitors, it's filthy." He muttered and she shook her head exasperated.
"They're not all that bad you know. The twins are funny, aren't they? I mean I'm sure you've heard of their pranks." She said and he nodded sharply, glaring at her now.
"They're idiotic and immature. I think they don't know whats right for them, the whole lot. And that Potter boy, what a prat." Draco said, examining her for her reaction. Nelina nodded slightly, realizing that she may not have the easy time she thought she would in becoming both parties friend. She sat up slowly looking down at him with a small smile before turning around.
"I'm going to bed, goodnight." She muttered and walked up the stairs without looking back.
Draco's View
He watched her walk away, mad at her for getting so upset over nonsense like the filthy little blood traitors and the boy wonder-less Potter, yet compelled to follow her and tell her he was sorry. He sighed as she disappeared up the stairs. He didn't understand this new fascination, he'd never been so compelled to someone before. He knew that it wasn't a like thing, he'd liked girls before.
This was something totally new and a thousand times more complicated. He got up and put the cushions back on the couch, dragging his feet up the stairs and into his room. He walked in to see that all the others were already asleep, their curtains drawn around their four poster beds. He wanted to die as he realized Crabbe was snoring, and had yet to look at the spell book, meaning it had no idea of the silencing charm.
Draco went to his bed, not even thinking to put on pajamas and just fell into it, drawing the curtains tightly around him. "Silencio." He whispered and grabbed the only muggle item he had ever owned out of his trunk, a small i-pod and headphones which had been stored with many different types of music, muggle, wizard, and all. Slipping the ear buds into his ears and turning it on he fell asleep to the sounds of a muggle band called My Chemical Romance playing in his ears.
So guys,
I had a note at the bottom of the last chapter but it didn't register and I don't remember it, so I'll try and fix that soon! I know it's moving a little slow.. or fast, depending on how you like to look at things. All I know is that it's not a normal pace for me. Well, I promise it will get better soon! and sorry for all the views again but I kind of use them as guide marks and it's easier for me to write. So I ask you to just kind of deal with them.. and with me!
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