Cassandra's POV:

I'm fidgeting. And I never fidget.
I don't even know why I'm so worried. I've lived at Hogwarts almost my entire life, and this is certainly not my first start-of-term feast. But this one feels different, because in just a few minutes it will be me sitting on that old, rusty stool with that old, judgy hat on. And for once, I have no clue what's gonna happen next.
Right now I'm just standing outside the double doors leading into the Great Hall with all the other first years, a bunch of wide eyed kids who have probably never seen this much magic all in one place. All of them too shocked and nervous to utter a single word.
The only person who's caught my eye so far is none other than Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The Chosen One. Whatever it is you want to call him, I have to admit my curiosity was piqued at hearing that he'd be attending Hogwarts this year.
As soon as my fellow first years had all gathered into the hall, I had scanned the crowd for him. I'd spotted him easily enough, because apparently I was not the only one interested in getting a peek at the savior of the magic world. A crowd had gathered around him, and every single person was trying to get on our savior's good side. Potter seemed oblivious to this, however.
The only two people he seemed remotely responsive to were this bushy-haired girl and a red headed freckle faced boy who could be none other than a Weasley. I'd encountered members of that peculiar family more than once over the years, since there were so many of them here at Hogwarts. Percy was going to be Head Boy this year, and I worried about what that might do to his ego. That over-confident prat didn't need any more air to fill that big head of his.
Luckily he wasn't the only Weasley I'd met, there were also the twins, Fred and George. Pardon me, George and Fred. I'd promised the twin I'd at least try to switch the names around. The two brothers were the official pranksters of Hogwarts, other than Peeves, and they got more creative each year. One time they'd exchanged Filch's shampoo with a bottle of long lasting glue, and even though it is a classic, it was still hilarious to see the snive man chasing the twins all around Hogwarts with his hands attached to his balding head.
I was laughing quietly to myself, recalling that day, when a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around and came face to face with an extremely pretty boy. "Hey," he said. "You seemed like you could use some company,"he said with a charming grin. I didn't want any company, and the fact that he just presumed I did irritated me a lot more than his crumpled robes.
"I'm sorry, I think you have me mistaken for a damsel in distress. I do not need anyone's company to feel more secure about myself, and I certainly do not need you to lighten up my evening. Now if you'll excuse me."
I started to leave but he grabbed me by the arm before I could make my escape. "T-that's not what I meant."
I looked at him and was pleasantly surprised to see his face reddening. In shame, I hoped.

"I-I'm not very good at introducing myself to people, least of all a girl."
"Do you mean to tell me you've never spoken to a girl?"
"Well, not often."
I felt myself relax as he got more nervous. I decided I'd be nice for once. It wouldn't hurt me to make at least one friend.
"That's alright, could've happened to anyone." He released my arm and seemed to notice the shift in my mood, because he finally looked me in the eye again.
"So how does a pretty boy like you not know how to talk to a girl?", I asked.
He faltered again and looked at me in shock. "Oh like it's the first time someone's told you you're handsome." By then, his jaw was hanging way past the floor. "Never mind," I sighed. I was about to ask him for his name when Hagrid cleared his throat and silenced all the jittery first years. "This is the moment ye've all bin waiting for. Get ready, because what happens next might change yer life. The house ye get sorted into will be a part of ye forever, and it might alter how you see yerself and others forever."
Then he just turned around and opened the gigantic doors of the Great Hall, where hundreds of students already sat at tables, waiting for us.
And suddenly I wasn't feeling so smug.

Sooo... I lied... Sorry to disappoint, but this isn't the sorting. I've had a lot on my plate, and I wanted to give you guys something to read. I know it's not too interesting, but i swear the next chapter is gonna be the sorting. I'm also having some trouble deciding which house to place Cassandra and her new friend in, and I'd love to hear your opinions! Feedback is always, apprecated;)

~Vision155