A/N

Wow, you guys…its been a while and I'm sorry. I have had strict writer's block on this story and I just couldn't get it going! Don't you hate that? I know I do, but I think I'm gonna try it again…my friend Jordan has been spurring me on, so I think I'll be able to do it.

Disclaimer: recognize anything? You should…and if you do. It ain't mine. Clear enough for you?

Here goes nothing…

Every compartment was nearly full to the brim. Reign peeked her head around every door, looking for faces she could already say were 'friendly'. She found one compartment and decided it would have to do. She changed into her Hogwart's robes and sat down by a beautiful girl with curly black hair and cute face with one little beauty mark on her chin right under her lower lip.

"Hi! I'm Sylvia Goldberg! What's your name? Oh, this is so exciting is it not? The train moving inch by inch to go to Hogwarts…"

Reign was surprised by her enthusiasm and was delighted to reply.

"I'm Reign Riddle, and it is terribly exciting, oh but I'm so nervous! Do you think it'll be hard?" she knitted her eyebrows together in worry.

"Stop that or you're going to get worry lines!" Sylvia replied sharply, taking her thumb and rubbing it in the middle of Reign's eyebrows vigorously. "Plus, we are going to be fine. I just know it! I'm a Seer you know."

This confused Reign.

"Seer? What's that?"

"Why it's a witch or wizard who can See! You know, see future events, prophecies…things like that. I'm surprised you didn't know what that was!" Sylvia was very loud and confident in herself and it made all the other people in their compartment listen to their conversation.

"How do you know you're a Seer? You aren't supposed to be able to tell now…don't you have to go through some sort of training first?" one boy named Charlie Finn

"My mum said that Seers are a bunch of phony liars." A little girl, looking a bit like a know-it-all, said crossing her arms. Her name was Lillian Butternut.

"Well your mum doesn't know anything." Sylvia replied stubbornly.

"Yes she does! You had better be happy I don't know any hexes or your face would be mush." The rivalry between the two would have continued on if a young, handsome prefect hadn't come in to scold the children.

"Now, now. You're only First Years. Stop your bickering and get along at least till we get to Hogwarts! Merlin!"

Reign shied back away from the lovely wizard who had his wand out threateningly.

"Yes sir." Sylvia and Lillian responded simultaneously.

"Good." The Wizard said as he left, a smirk on his face.

"Who was that?" another girl named Rosemary Nicolas asked, placing the palm of her hand to her heart, swooning.

"I hear that's the Slytherin prefect. I think his name is… Paul?" Charlie Finn replied. "Dreamy…is he not?" when he saw the girls faces, he quickly added "but, but only if you're a girl…not if you're a boy." the girls in the compartment were still skeptical though.

A little girl that looked younger than eleven walked into the compartment. She had red hair in the style of a bob.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? OK, good. I'm going to anyway. Move aside." She said, shoeing Reign over a little. "There were no other empty compartments! Sorry loves! I'm Eleanor Weasley! Pleased to meet you all." Eleanor shook every single one of the passengers hands and sat down.

A few boys followed her and looked through the windows of the compartment. She was striking and quite beautiful…Reign could understand why they would stare.

"Would you mind moving your head dear? I need to blast those buffoons before they drown in their own saliva! She took her wand out of her boot and said a spell that sounded like Articulus Cactus, but she really said Articulus Caecus which seemed to make the boys unable to see.

Rosemary gasped.

"Did you just blind them?"

"Only momentarily…don't worry. They'll live. I was just teaching them a lesson in gawking. It's rude, you know?" and with that she pulled out the magazine Witch Weekly and started reading.

The train rolled to a stop about an hour and a half later and they all got off. A big burly man who looked maybe a little inhuman held a lantern and yelled out to the crowd of students.

"Firs' years over hear! Firs' years! Come on kids. Firs' years!" the man called out. Five out of the six people in her compartment—Sylvia, Eleanor, Lillian, Rosemary, and Reign—walked nervously over to the big man. In all, there were about forty-eight new first years gathered around the man who we now knew was named Hagrid.

He guided them all to the lakeside and piled them into little boats that were enchanted to move on their own. Eleanor, Reign, and another boy named Francis Boyd were in one of the magical boats.

"Hello Francis! My name is Eleanor Weasley and I hope to be sorted into the Gryffindor house. How about you?" Eleanor said with the same ball of confidence as she had had back on the train.

"I'd like to be in Hufflepuff… my mum was in Hufflepuff." Francis stuttered out…he was a shy fellow. Eleanor nodded and turned to Reign.

"What about you, hot shot?"

"Well my family wants me to be in Slytherin, but I'd like to be in Ravenclaw." Eleanor turned and her eyes widened when Reign said 'Slytherin' and she grabbed her arm.

"You. Can't. Be. In. Slytherin. Believe me, you don't want to. You seem to good to be in Slytherin! Were your parents in Slytherin?"

Reign paused a while after getting over the initial shock of the her being hands on and the severity of her voice.

"I guess you could say they were…"

Eleanor realized that she should just leave it at that, seeing that Reign didn't want to talk about it so she turned to Francis.

"So what about you? Are both your parents wizards? Just your mum?"

"Just my mum, yeah. Dad was quite surprised when he found out, but they're still together, so it's alright."

They politely chatted all the way across the lake.

When they got to the other side, a woman who went by Professor McGonagall came and talked to them about the sortings then led them into some antique, wood doors with a hand knocker. She took them into a place where there were hundreds upon hundreds of students dressed in their robes sitting and seemingly waiting for them to come in. McGonagall took them to the front of the room and had them get in line beside a single stool with an worn, old wizard's hat sitting on it.

"Now students, I will call out your name, you will come to me and sit down, I will place this hat on your head and it will decide which house you will be sorted into. Alfred Antoso!" He was placed in Gryffindor. And so it went on down the line in alphabetical order. When she got to the R's, Reign was second.

"Lesley Ronaldo!" she nervously got up and sat down on the stool.

"Slytherin!" Lesley smiled widely and sat down at the welcoming Slytherin table.

"Reign Riddle!" Reign herself got up, not too sure at what the outcome would be and sat down on the stool.

So your family wants you to be in Slytherin, but you want to be in Ravenclaw. Is that right? You have the build for both, you know? Shame there is no Slytherclaw, but I suppose you will do wonderfully in Ravenclaw. The hat's thoughts went into her mind and then it yelled out: "RAVENCLAW!"

A smile etched across Reign's lips and she ran to the Ravenclaw table where Eleanor had been placed, despite wanting to be in Gryffindor and Eleanor hugged Reign viciously.

"I'm actually glad to be in Ravenclaw!" she whispered fervently to Reign. "I really think I'm going to like this school…and I hope mum and dad won't be too upset with my being in Ravenclaw house."

"I'm sure they'll be just fine with it."

So Jordan….how did you like it? I did it just for you babe. :D!

Love you guys

Happy writings

Caroline