A/N: Sorry for not updating. I've been on day trips for the past few days. Here we go!

Chapter 6: Sorting

Fang's POV:

Hogwarts was loud. And there were too many people for my comfort level. Of course, we had to go with the first years since we needed to be sorted. At least we'd be first—according to McGonagall.

The oak doors slammed back open as the four of us stood in the front of the line, very obviously standing out. Wonderful. I just love to be seen. Maybe there's an invisible spell thing I can use.

The room was, well, magical. The ceiling looked like the sky and I so desperately wanted to fly off into it. But I knew I couldn't. No one here knew about our wings. At least that I knew of.

There was a man about Harry's age standing next to a battered hat on a stool. He started talking, but I didn't really hear what he was saying. Though I would never admit nor show it, I was kind of nervous. What if I was in a different house then Max? Then Iggy? Nudge?

"Ride, Fang" I guess we were all going by Max's last name then.

I swaggered up to the front of the room as nonchalantly as I could, grateful when the hat fell over my eyes and covered the obvious looks of my soon-to-be classmates.

Nervous, I see. I jumped at the voice

What? I questioned

I'm the Sorting Hat. Let's see…where would you be best. You want to prove yourself, yes, but you like the shadows. No desire to be noticed. You're loyal, but not enough for Hufflepuff. Smart, but not book-smart. I think…"SLYTHERIN!" The voice boomed to the entire hall.

I walked over to Albus and sat down next to him. Great. I highly doubted Max would ever be in this house.

"Ride, Iggy" the professor called.

Iggy stumbled up to the stage with help from Max. Maybe someone here can cure his blindness. Based on the stories of the castle, he'll never get his bearings. Especially if it does change all the time.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. James came over and escorted Iggy over to the table on the far left of the room.

"Ride, Max." She stalked up to the stool, looking every bit the evil mother bear that she is.

It took a good minute, but the house called out "GRYFFINDOR" in the end. Now only Nudge was left.

"Ride, Nudge" She nearly stumbled up the stairs in her haste to get to the battered hat. She made a slight face as it fell over her head, probably worried about her fashion sense.

"HUFFLEPUFF" the house called. Nudge looked a little miffed, probably because the hat cut her off.

She walked over to the table in yellow and sat down next to a girl, immediately striking up conversation.

Looks like only Max and Iggy were able to stick together. I hope this doesn't split us apart.

And there's chapter 6!
Draco: And I wasn't in it.
Me: Oh, shush Draco. I'm starting another story. You'll be in that one.
Draco: Really? Does that mean I get out of your house?
Me: No. I already had to move you to my room because of the rabid fangirl infestation. You're staying here.
Draco: Darn.
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