"When I call your names, you are to come up here, and you shall be sorted into your houses." The woman says as she lets the paper fall to it's full length. My mouth widens when I see just how long it is.
"Wow." I whisper, looking at the paper in awe.
"Something you wish to share, Miss Anderson?" The woman asks, looking directly at me. I blush as I lower my head. "Well, in that case…Hermione Granger." The woman calls. A girl with curly brown hair walks up the steps, and sits on the stool. The woman places a hat on her head, and it begins to talk.
"Ah. I know…Gryffandor!" The hat shouts. A table full of people stand up, and begin to clap. I look toward them in surprise as the girl walks down the steps, and sits at the table. I turn back to the front when the woman clears her throat.
"Sadie Black." The woman says. Sadie sighs as she walks up the steps. She sits on the stool, and the hat is placed on her head.
"Hm…this one is interesting. I think…RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouts. A different table stands up, and begins to clap and whistle. I nod to Sadie as she walks by.
"Lily Lupin!" The woman shouts, once again looking at her piece of paper. Lily takes a deep breath as she walks to the front of the room, and sits down.
"Hm…this one…hm…I think Hufflepuff would be the best choice." The hat says, looking deep in thought. I smile at Lily as she walks past me. She smiles back as she heads toward the current clapping table.
"Well…next is…Ronald Weasley!" The woman says, looking down at us. The red haired boy walks up to the stool, and sits down. He gasps, and nearly falls off the stool when the hat begins to talk.
"Gah! Another Weasley…I know just what to do with you! … Gryffandor!" The hat shouts. Ron sighs as he gets off the stool, and goes to sit down with the first table.
"Hm…next is Salazar Anderson." The woman says. My eyes widen as I slowly walk toward the stool. When I look toward the front table, I see one of the adults lean forward with surprise in his eyes.
"Well…two muggle born's, huh…I think it'll have to be…GRYFFANDOR!" The hat shouts. I flinch, only to have the woman look at me with worry. I shake my head as I get off the stool, and walk toward the clapping table. I sit down as far from the others as I can, only to have them look at me in confusion.
"Why don't you come sit with us?" Ron asks, looking at me in confusion.
"Sorry…I can't." I whisper, turning away from them. Ron shrugs as he turns back to talk to Harry.
"What in the world is HER problem?" Ron asks, pointing at me. I look toward the front table to see that the male teacher is looking at me with intent eyes.
"Um…." I whisper. The last five or six people sitting at the table turn to look at me. "Who's that guy there?" I ask, motioning toward the left side of the table.
"Oh, that's Professor Snape. He teaches potions, and is also the head of the Slytherain house." The older looking boy with red hair says. I flinch, causing them all to look at me.
"Never mind." I mutter, laying my head on the table. I close my eyes in exhaustion as I hear a pop and everyone gasp. I open my eyes to see that food had suddenly appeared.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Hermione asks, looking at me in worry. I shake my head.
"Not hungry." I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. When I turn, I see the woman from earlier.
"Come with me." She says in a stern, yet soft voice. I stand up, and follow her toward the back of the hall. We exit, and she shows me to her office. "Now. I must know what you have been educated in, in the muggle world." The woman says as she takes a seat behind a huge wooden desk. I look at her in confusion.
"I have never been to school, ma'am. My father didn't want other's to see me." I say, looking at the floor. She looks at me in surprise.
"Is that so." She says, sounding deep in thought. I nod. "Well, that just will not do! I shall talk with Professor Dumbledore on what is going to be done with this situation…" She says, going through her paperwork. She pulls out a file. "Salazar Anderson. 11 years old. Black hair, green eyes…" She says, running her finger down the paper. She stops when she comes to a line. "Family unknown…" She mutters, looking at the paper like it had suddenly sprouted wings and flew. "Strange." She mutters. I open my mouth to say something.
"Can I…leave?" I ask, sounding exhausted. She looks up at me, surprised.
"Of course you can." She says, waving her hand. The door opens instantly. "You can leave anytime you wish." She says as she looks directly into my eyes. I smile slightly.
"Thank you." I say as I walk out the door, and head toward the hall. The Gryffandor's soon depart, going to the common room. I head up to bed as soon as we enter, falling asleep the instant my head hits the pillow.