The doors of the Great Hall opened widely, letting in the bunch of first years along with Thomas. The Hall was bigger than he had expected it to be, having floating candles just below the bewitched ceiling, recreating the outdoor skies. Four tables laid next to each other, presumably one for each house, and another table at the far end, perpendicular to the rest,being the teachers. Many students were staring at Thomas, most likely thinking he was one very tall first year. Most girls were found awing at the sight of his face, admiring his rebellious beauty.
After the group of first years came to a stop, the professor that led them inside the hall stood near a stool, were sat a old hat. She looked at a list, then to everyone.
-Now when I call your name, you will come sit here and be sorted into your houses. But firstly, Mister Thomas Jay Wilson, a transfer student from Australia will go before we start with the first years, as he is in third year, and must sit with his fellow third years. So please mister Wilson?
Thomas stepped up near the stool and sat, waiting for the brown act to be placed on his head. As soon as the hat dropped on his hair, he heard a voice.
-Ah,what a strange combination we have here. But it is clear you only belong to one house, we have a pure SLYTHERIN!
And the far right table clapped loudly. In the crowd of Slytherins, Thomas could easily spot Draco, so he rushed towards him to sit with his new friend. As he is the only person he knows along with Crabbe and Goyle, it was fitting that he sat with them.
A girl with arched eyebrows and full lips looked at Thomas with a big smile on her face.
-Hi, my name is Pansy Parkinson. Welcome to Slytherin, were happy to have you!
-Thank you gorgeous. So tell me, what is special about "slytherin"?
Pansy didn't seeme to have noticed her blush of a very bright tint of red as she spoke back.
-Its the best house, we win at everything, except now that Potter is here, our reputation is even more tainted then before. But like our house logo, the snake, we are sly and cunning, we are known to be ambitious and using every way possible to achieve our goals. Because there is no way a Slytherin can fail, or be wrong.
-That sounds like me for sure. And im not quite sure i heard you correctly…Did you say Harry Potter was here?
-Yes.. He is at the Gryffindor table. (She pointed at Harry) He is the star of the school, the savior of all students and the youngest seeker in the history of Hogwarts.
-Impressive.
-Barely.
They continued talking over the meal, which grandly impressed Thomas with the huge variety of food available. He met some of his fellow classmates at his table. Blaise Zabini , Theodore Nott ,Millicent Bulstrode , Pansy Parkinson just to name a few. Thomas had a particular liking of Theodore Nott, on the other hand, both sharing a wide range of likes. What intrigued him the most was, Notts particular liking in recreational drugs, which was something that drew Thomas closer.
Both boys spoke for a long time, all the way down through the dungeons and into the common room. It was Theodore that showed him everything he needed to see, shared his first line of coke in Hogwarts and led him to his new bed in his dormitory. The same dormitory was shared with Theodore, Draco and Blaise, which reassured Thomas to a certain level, knowing he knew all of his dorm mates already.
After settling down, the three boys looked at Thomas, but Blaise was the first one to speak.
-So, hows Hogwarts so far Australia boy?
-Better than my old school, I quite like it.
-What did you guys do in that school anyways? Asked Draco.
-Loads of parties after curfews, but the course was the same. We had our Quidditch teams and some other boring clubs.
-Parties? We have to try this for sure. Said Nott.
-Yeah I mean, once im familiar with faces here, it would be awesome to throw one.
It was the first morning in Hogwarts for Thomas and everything seemed normal yet different. It was the same routine as his old school, but new faces. He surprisingly enjoyed the new people and most of all he liked having Harry Potter in his class. He was an interesting boy with a big story to tell, and that was something he was striving for.
The last lesson of the day was his favorite, Defense against the dark arts. This year, Hogwarts apparently had a new teacher as usual, his name was professor Lupin. Thomas entered the class and took a seat beside Theodore and Draco.
-Welcome to Defense Against the dark Arts third years. My name is Professor Lupin and I will be your teacher. Now this year, we are introduced to dementors, by the fault of Sirius Black, so today we are going to practice how to fight our fears. Anyone knows what a boggart is?
A girl with brown curly hair spiked her hand in the air the second he asked the question.
-Yes, miss..?
-Granger sir. A boggart will take the for of anyones greatest fear.
-Correct. Now, I will teach you the spell to counter it. Repeat after me, no wands please, Ri-ddi-ku-lus!
The class repeated, maybe around 5 times just to get the spell well incrusted in their memories.
-Everybody line up. Behind this cupboard lies a boggart. When it comes to your turn, your say the spell correctly, and so on, to the next person. Am I clear?
"Yes professor"
Many students went , showing their fear to everyone in the class. Some feared spiders, snakes, bugs, lightning, blood and so on. It was interesting to see, and also a way to get to know people better. Then came Thomass turn. Knowing his only fear was clowns, a very scary one that looked like he was ready to kill appeared in front of him. Trying not to show his utter terror towards it, he shouted the spell as soon as he recovered his voice and the clown suddenly lost all of his makeup and was now wearing a dress, which made him look beyond hilarious.
The day was soon wrapped up after a long enjoyable feast and all that was left was to sleep and await for another great day.