A/N: Ok, so hopefully this is the last of the really short chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter 6: The Sorting
Minerva stood by Proffessor Grubbly-Plank as the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmead.
" First years line up over here please! All first years to me!" called Grubbly-Plank as Minerva scanned the crowd.
"Miss Hamelton!" called Minerva when she finally saw the American witch. The young witch looked around, momentarily puzzled before seeing Minerva.
"Hello Professor!" said Celia cheerfully as she walked up to Minerva.
"Come with me Miss Hamelton; we're going separately so that you can be Sorted after the first years are Sorted."
Celia nodded as they climbed into a threshal pulled carriage.
"I trust that your train ride was pleasant?" asked Minerva after a moment of silence.
"Oh yes," said Celia happily, "Very nice. I got to really look over my books and enjoy the scenary."
"You mean you didn't sit with anyone?" asked Minerva, concerned. Surely students aren't shunning her…
"No, but that's alright," said Celia quickly, catching the look of concern on Minerva's face, "Nobody was, like, mean to me or anything, but all the compartments were full and I just happened to find an empty one. That's all."
Minerva gave her a disbelieving look. Mhmm. Right.
"OK, fine, I'll be upset about it if you really want me to. See?" Celia gave McGonagall a look of mock hurt and disappointment. Minerva finally had to laugh at the ridiculousness of Celia's expression. Celia grinned.
"Haha. Made ya laugh."
Minerva abruptly stopped laughing and put on a very serious face.
"Whoa. Do you realize how creepy that is? How you can go from laughing to strict in, like, a millisecond? That's crazy…"
"I've had a lot of practice," replied Minerva, grinning again. "Ah, we have arrived. Now," she said as she got out of the carriage, "as tradidtion goes, I lead in the first years into the Great Hall, and they are Sorted. Since you have yet to be Sorted, you will be Sorted after they have."
"Okie dokie," said Celia, following Minerva into the castle. Minerva mentally grinned. The girl certainly had quite a personality. The witches reached the entrance to the Great Hall, where a bunch of first years timidly stood.
"Aww, look at 'em," whispered Celia to Minerva, "They're scared out of their wits! Poor kids."
Minerva flashed Celia a small grin before going into 'professor mode' and explained the Sorting to the first years.
"Follow me please," said McGonagall as the doors to the Great Hall opened and the first years and Celia proceeded in. Minerva noticed that when they got to the front of the Hall, Celia quietly went off to the side to patiently wait her turn.
To Minerva, the Sorting lasted way too long. She was rather eager to see what House Celia would be in. Finally the last first year (Zeller, Rose!) was sorted, Minerva said, "We have a new transfer student from America who is in fifth year. She will now be Sorted."
Celia came forward and put the Sorting Hat on. Several long minutes passed. And passed. Finally the Sorting Hat yelled out "GRYFFINDOR!"
Minerva sighed in relief.