Disclaimer: I refuse to say it…. FINE! HP is J.K. Rowling's. There…it's done.
In the Room off the Entrance Hall (Lily's Pov.)
We were speeding through the air, the wind stinging our eyes; everything seemed a blur of colour. I didn't know where we were going. To the squids lair probably, I thought with dread. Then suddenly I was put down on solid ground, none too gently. My legs wobbled like jelly for a moment then I fell onto my knees. Right in front of me was a pair of gigantic oak double-doors.
"Where are we?" I heard Vera's voice say. I turned her head to see the others from my boat beside me. Only Vera was standing. A moment later we heard noises around them, the sound of wood bumping on rock. They all turned around. The fleet of boats had arrived.
"I see yeh've found your own ways here," Nate said with a smile.
"And that my coats taken a dunkin'." The good natured boy wasn't at all resentful. He even smiled especially at Marley. I felt like hugging him, he was so sweet! Then he reached out to the knocker on the door and banged it three times. And all of my feelings vanished except for fear. The sorting hat was waiting for me, to whisper in my ear and announce its decision. Where did I belong?
The great oaken portal into the school which would soon be my home swung open. Framed in the doorway stood Professor McGonagall, leaning on a walking stick and her black hair streaked with silver, but her expression as strict and clever as ever, her hair pulled taut into a bun as always, and after so many years she had still donned her famous emerald robes.
"Thank you Nate, I will take them from here," she said in her voice which seemed to be in a perpetual state of sharpness except in the very rare times when her emotions overwhelmed her. After making sure all the first-years were inside, she said,
"Follow me," and swept away down the marble hall lit with torches burning in brackets, followed by the gaggle of children, all having whispered conversations. I was glad that the Professor had saved her speech for later because I wanted to use the time while we were walking through the corridor for just taking in my surroundings. The subtle grandeur, the shadows thrown by the torches, the sweeping staircase which contained almost as many tricks as Peeves, the poltergeist's mind did. I could observe no more when they were lead into a room off the entrance hall. Professor McGonagall closed the door behind them with a flick of her wand. Then she began her "speech". It was much shorter then I had expected, simply explaining how everything would work here. But then, she wasn't really a droning boring sort of woman. She was quick sharp, and clever, and held peoples' attention and respect effortlessly. After she had finished, she asked
"Any questions?" Hugo raised her hand. She acknowledged it with a curt nod of her head and my friend asked,
"Do we have to be smartly dressed for the dinner as well as hungry, because I'm more water than robe at the moment" Laughter ruffled the room. That was Hugo, always the joker, even in most unsuitable situations. Like now, when everyone was tensed up with nervousness. But it helped me to relax. Professor McGonagall waved her wand and I literally saw the water in his robes evaporating. Then she saw the wet state of Marley, Vera and me and gave us all the same treatment, then left the room. I felt deliciously dry and warm after the cold wet spell in the lake. I turned round to smile at Hugo and found that there was already someone doing that, a girl of my age with strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes. She was eyeing him up and down, something I'd seen my brother, James do to a pretty girl at the station. Then he'd gone over and talked to her. A moment later I had seen that girl batting her eyelashes at him and twirling her hair round her finger. Later, I had teased James about it, but he had just smirked and told me I was too young to understand. But I wasn't, I knew what that girl was doing, she was flirting with him. Lots of girls flirted with James; he was pretty good-looking with his black hair in spikes and his hazel eyes- Vicky told him that once, in an older-sisterly way. The strawberry-blonde girl was flirting with Hugo now, batting her eye-lashes. Hugo grinned openly at her. I felt a bit angry at the girl for some reason. I guess I was feeling protective over Hugo in a sisterly way. Trust me, it wasn't jealousy, I just….. I don't know, I guess I didn't want him to get hurt. Then I saw the girl look past Hugo towards someone else. I turned to see a boy with straight silver-blonde hair and grey eyes stretching beside me. He was seriously cute, my girly intuition told me. Even more so than Hugo, who with his mixture of slightly curly light brown hair and dark brown eyes, I knew was very cute, even though I had no feelings for him of that kind. This grey-eyed boy winked at me and said,
"Scorpius Malfoy." Malfoy huh? I pointedly turned away, not because he was a Malfoy, (well that was part of the reason, as I knew Malfoys were jerks in general,) but because I was indignant at him having winked at me. I didn't like smooth lady-charmers. So this Scorpius shrugged and walked over to the strawberry-blonde girl, who was making eyes at him, and allowed her to drool over him. (Almost literally.) I seethed with anger. How dare he just walk away? But I had been rude, and the other girl was pretty. And I couldn't be so conceited as to think that boys would worship me as an uncaring idol. So I decided to turn and watch them. Obviously Scorpius was enjoying exactly the kind of treatment he had denied me- being worshipped as an idol. Occasionally he looked towards me, as if checking whether I was impressed. I was determined to show him that I wasn't in the least. Every time he looked towards me, I turned my head away sharply. I had noticed that when Scorpius came towards Hugo, obviously with the intention of taking his place, beside the strawberry-blonde girl, Hugo immediately moved away, and a look passed between them of friendly competition. I could see that Hugo had very easily and good-naturedly accepted defeat in the winning-the-girl front. Now Hugo slid up to me.
"Decent chap, Scorpius," he said.
"Yeah sure, Hugo. He's arrogant even for a Malfoy," I replied.
"Even for a Malfoy? I thought you don't have prejudices? I hope you're not hypocritically taking his surname against him?"
"It's not that he's a Malfoy, Hugo. He's just so…Uuurgh!"
"Jealous much?" said Vera who had come up beside me and slipped her arm through mine.
"No Vera," I said with a sigh, half patiently-half exasperatedly, "you guys can get that thought out of your heads. Marley had also fought her way through the rest of the crowd pulling another girl along behind her.
"I enjoyed the events," said Marley with a sparkle in her eyes. "Lost yourself a boyfriend?" I grabbed the back of her robes before she could run away and messed up her hair.
"Uh! OMG!" she said in imitation of some priss who would actually care. As we chased each other around the room, dodging behind different people, I saw the strawberry-blonde girl give us a withering glance as if we were being infantile to the point of driving her crazy. And I heard the girl Marley had brought, laughing loudly. I liked the look of her. She had bronzy skin and beautiful amber eyes. But, before I could go and say hello, Professor McGonagall returned and took us to the Great Hall.
AN: Hope you like it. Whatever you might think, Lily doesn't like Hugo. They have a really good friendship. That's all.