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"Rissa and James Potter, I would like to introduce you to your cousin." The tall girl had an expression of confusion upon her face as the headmaster addressed her.
"What a pleasant surprise!" The lanky boy known as James said.
I reached my hand forward, "Salut! It's a pleasure to meet you." Rissa raised her hand to shake mine, but James rushed forward and grasped it first. "Hi." They both stated simultaneously.
"Now that we are done with the formalities, let's go to the sorting hat." Dumbledore said. He started walking off, expecting us to be following.
"To tell you the truth I wasn't aware that I had family here." When I had said that Rissa instantly looked relieved.
"I wasn't aware I was related, either." She replied. After what seemed like hours of an awkward silence, we came upon Dumbledore's office. He pulled aside a little chair and told me to sit. I did so, coughing as a cloud of dust permeated the air. I watched as he lifted a rather old, patchy hat from atop a table. He then came around and plopped it down on my head.
"What's this?" I heard a voice rumble. "Hmm… A pursuit of knowledge, but mischievous and adventure-seeking. You seem to be a trouble maker. Maybe… Ravenclaw?" I realized that the voice was coming from the hat. "No too antsy. I'll have to put you in… Gryffindor!" The hat yelled.
"Um, excuse me, but I don't even know what happened." I said to nobody in particular. James had a huge smile plastered on his face.
"What just happened?" I asked again.
"Basically, you'll be in the same wing as James and I. That's all" Rissa finally replied.
"Off you go, then, you don't want to be late for lunch." Dumbledore interrupted.
"If we're late for lunch I'll kill you, regardless of how awesome you are." James said to me, jokingly.
"Lunchtime already?" Rissa sounded surprised. We set off for the lunchroom immediately. When we got there we sat down at a long table, laden with plates and goblets. A serious looking teen sat next to us.
"Hello Sirius." Rissa greeted her, seemingly to me, friend and hugged him. Hearing his name made me laugh. Hard. It's funny because I thought him a serious man, and his name was Sirius. That didn't please him at all.
"Who's this?" He asked.
"My cousin. From France." That got a lot of looks from the table. The attention from the females would've lasted longer had I been more attractive.
"Hm." Sirius replied. I had a small, yet wonderful, meal of bread and cheese. Once lunch was over my schedule said to go to a class called Transfiguration. I left the table and my only friends to go to class. Or so I thought.
James looked at me, confused, "Where are you going?" He asked.
"Transfiguration." I replied.
James beamed ecstatically, "I also have that class next, so I'll come with you."
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