Hey everyone, I'm sorry I haven't posted, I've been suffering from (a) lack of ideas and (b) a hard time in my life. I hope, however, that you all like this chapter! Also, before I shut up, this first story (because I plan on doing each of her 7 years and then a few snippets of her life after), this first story is most likely going to be rather short, with time-skips and just a lot of laughs and "mischief being managed". The fun should start next year, because that's when Harry starts and also when I have an actual plot to work with :) Now, ONWARD~!
Part 8
Vanessa rose shakily to her feet. It was all so surreal. She still thought-but hardly-that it was all just a spectacular dream.
She started walking towards the stool and Professor McGonagall. Why did it suddenly seem so far away? She kept walking.
After what seemed to her like an eternity, she turned and sat on the stool.
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head.
Hmmmm…. A voice in her head said, startling her. Who's voice was that? The Hat's?
I see great potential, and bravery. But not the same as that of a Gryffindor. I see cunningness and mischief. But also great ambition. I say…
"SLYTHERIN!"
The hat was removed from her head and Vanessa was ushered off to the table under the green and silver banner.
"So, Vanessa, eh?" said a female voice to next to where she had been seated.
Vanessa turned to see a girl with sharp features. "I'm Gemma Farley, Slytherin's Prefect. If you need anything, feel free to ask me. But, something tells me that you'll catch onto everything pretty fast."
"RAVENCLAW!" the Hat called out.
Vanessa turned back to the sorting to see if her friends would be joining her.
At the moment, Professor McGonagall was calling out, "Hall, Dylan!"
It was the blonde from earlier, the slow one.
He was obviously terrified by the way his knees wobbled as he walked to the stool and sat down.
The Sorting Hat was placed on his head.
His eyes screwed shut and Vanessa could imagine that his fingers were crossing.
A look of alarm flashed briefly across his face.
A couple of minutes passed.
"Oh, no." Gemma whispered.
Vanessa turned to her. "What is it?"
"I think we got a Hat Stall."
"What's that?"
"When someone possesses enough qualities to be in two houses and the Sorting Hat can't seem to decide." Gemma explained.
Vanessa nodded and turned back to the front.
~Buenos Tardis-y Time Skippery~
Eventually, the Hat shouted out, "RAVENCLAW!"
A sigh of relief was heard from several people.
"I think I'm gonna call that one 'Hat-Stall Hall'. Fits, right?" someone a little further down the Slytherin table said.
A little while later, Leah was sitting on the stool.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The small girl looked absolutely thrilled as the scurried over to sit by Vanessa.
"I have no idea how I made it into this house!" she whispered.
Vanessa smiled.
After a while, it was Siren's turn.
The Sorting Hat took about thirty seconds before shouting, "SLYTHERIN!"
Vanessa and Leah grinned as the exhilarated redhead sat down.
"This is going good. Do you think the other girls'll end up here, too?" she whispered.
"I sure hope so."
"Prince, Magenta!"
The black-haired girl sat down on the stool.
It wasn't long before the Hat shouted out, "SLYTHERIN!"
Magenta sat beside Siren.
After a few more people, "Riddel, Hanna!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Yup, we're all in this House." Siren said.
Vanessa gave her an odd look. "How do you know?"
"I just do."
"Sommers, Samantha!"
The Hat barely brushed the top of her head before it cried out, "SLYTHERIN!"
"What in Merlin's name?" Gemma muttered.
"It didn't even touch her head!" Came a voice from the Hufflepuff table before there were shushes.
Samantha looked positively regal as she all but glided gracefully to the Slytherin table.
"Who is she? Vanessa whispered to Siren.
"She'll tell you when she's ready." Siren said with a smile before turning to Gemma. "You're the Prefect for Slytherin, right?"
Gemma smiled. "Got questions?"
"Loads." Siren grinned.
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