Chapter Four: The Sorting
A/N:
Sofie: Okay. Over my short encounter with swine flue –sniffle- and I'm back with a great story! It's where we meet Hagrid for the first time (Well for these two anyways)
Trinity: ANNNND! We see Lee again
Sofie: And Peeves
Trinity: And some Ghosts and/or poltergeists!
Sofie: And some trouble :-)
Trinity: Sorry it took us a bit longer to update. But I hope we don't disappoint!
The twins hopped of the train, into puddles that danced around their feet. They followed the crowd of other first years, towards a tall, wiry haired man. Their heads were above all of the other first years, but still, came only just past the man's hips.
"Hullo!" Said the man, in a gruff sort of voice, but it was strangely assuring. "My name is Rubeus Hagrid, but everyone calls me Hagrid. Now, 'cos your firs' years, you won' be going up ter the castle by carriage, but by boat." He signalled several small boats on a dark lake, which was swelled by the amount of rain pummelling the surface. "Its unfortunate weather, but we'll manage, now can I ask for three people to a boat please?"
Fred and George were at the back of the crowd, so there was limited choice of boats, but they soon found the young boy they had met in Diagon Alley, Lee Jordan, sitting in a boat by himself, staring blankly at nothing in particular, his back to them. Fred gave George a nudge in the ribs and they both crept up behind him, careful not to make any noise. "Hello Lee!" They said in a bright and cheery manner.
Lee almost fell into the river, "Fred! George!" He cried, ecstatic at the sight of his old friends. "Come sit in with me!"
"We were going to anyway, seeing as there is no other choice." Fred pointed out.
"Ignore him." George said, inclining his head to Fred. As they both climbed into the boat.
Hagrid climbed into the boat in front of them, and the boats pushed on through towards the castle, while Fred, George and Lee launched a conversation on what houses they would like to be in, all three of them, hoped to be in Gryffindor.
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Once they had all clambered out of the boats, and lined up outside the solid oak doors, that were even taller than Hagrid, a bony, wrinkled teacher, wearing emerald green robes, whom Fred and George knew to be Professor McGonagall strode out and said, "We are ready for you now, if you will just-" but that was as far as she got, for a ghost, well, if you could call it that, for it was wearing bright orange, glided through the door singing (rather out of tune) a little song.
"Ickle firsties, what fun! What Joy!
What jokes and pranks I can employ!
Shorties, midgets, whatever you say,
Now get out of my waaaaay!"
Everyone looked up as water balloons showered down upon the already sodden first years, as the Poltergeist repeated his song over and over. Fred and George however laughed in hysterics, and pretended to conduct Peeves, much to McGonagall's dismay.
"And who might you be?" Peeves asked the twins.
"Fred…" George said, pointing to Fred.
"And George…" Fred said, signalling George.
"Weasley!" They said together, please with the puzzled look on everyone's faces.
"Is it really two of you? I thought I was seeing double. Wait, Weasley did you say? Your older brother Peter, hates me…" Fred and George didn't bother correcting him, and the next moment they were ushered into the Great Hall.
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The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. Everyone swivelled their heads around to get a good look at the first years filing into the hall, and Fred and George spotted the Gryffindor table instantly, two of their elder brothers sat near the front, ready to see the sorting. The twins shot them an evil grin, which trouble more often than not followed.
"Keep an eye on them Char…" Percy muttered to his elder brother, "You never know…"
Charlie replied quietly, "They wouldn't try anything in front of the teachers…" he hoped…
After most of the first years had been sorted into the appropriate houses, Fred, George, and a few others waited to be sorted.
"Weasley, Fredrick!" McGonagall called, and Fred started forwards, winked at George, and jammed the hat onto his head.
Hmm, yes… Very intelligent I see, but not a thirst for academic achievement. Very brave and loyal I see… headstrong, and thunderous. Better be…
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted for the hall to hear, a wave of relief spread over Fred, leaving George feeling even more nervous to be in the same house as his brothers, and now his twin. They had to be in the same house, they had to be…
"Weasley, George!" McGonagall called, and George ambled forwards, not daring to look at his brothers.
Ahh… another Weasley, you are more unlike your twin then one may think. You more sensitive to peoples needs and feelings, but you are just as intelligent, both lacking academic achievement, although you are clearly capable. You are more tenacious than your twin too… better be…
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted, and the applause could not have been more thunderous, mostly because of Fred and Lee's whooping, and Percy and Charlie's excessive clapping.
While the four brothers watched the last two people being sorted, a large poltergeist winded his way towards the Gryffindor table – Peeves. Some of the older students exchanged nervous glances, Peeves was not supposed to be at the sorting feast, after… well, he just isn't allowed.
"Ah, my dear friends! Charles, Peter…" Peeves said, in a voice of forged superior. Fred and George laughed, while Peeves simply beamed, he hadn't found two people he enjoyed the company of since Gideon and Fabian Prewett went to Hogwarts. He was glad to have found new friendship.
A tall, pearlescent ghost shimmered behind Peeves, his pale face shone with pleasure. "More Weasleys, I do particularly enjoy the company of you brother Percy." His head swayed precariously on his neck… it looked as if it may just fall of.
"Percy? Not Peter, oh I'm terribly sorry good sir!" Peeves said, still trying to maintain a courteous voice, between sniggers that is. Peeves waved at Fred and George, nodded his head grudgingly at Lee and Charlie, and flew away, but not before sticking his tongue out at Percy, and dropping an ink bomb on his head. Charlie sniggered and repaired his robes (and hair) with a lazy flick of his wand.
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A/N:
Sofie: Do you like our 'splitter'? It's a wand…
Trinity: Fred and George's wands were 18 inches you know….
Sofie: As a matter of fact I did know, I know things that they themselves probably do not know.
Trinity: Oh your good… (sigh)
Sofie: I'm not just good, I'm scary good :-)
