A/N: Suuppperrr sorry guys! I'm kinda new here, and I was trying to edit one little thing in this chapter and ended up deleting the whole thing! I'm not the brightest crayon in the crayon box, obviously. But, I've made some changes. Hopefully it will be nicer, and there won't be just one random big paragraph anymore, so here's the new chapter 4!
I felt a strange, "being sucked through a too-small playground slide" sensation. I kept my eyes shut and I couldn't breathe. Right when my chest was really starting to ache for air, it all ended.
I fell onto a plush, tan carpet. I really didn't feel like getting up, so I made little swirls in the cotton-y fabric. My brother stepped over me and put my trunk away. In "my room" I guessed. He came back and tickled me until I got up. I'm extremely ticklish.
I walked around and checked the place out. There wasn't much more to see than what I saw at the entrance. There was a little living room, leading into a kitchen. There was a hallway attached to the living room, too. From the hallway, you could go to the tiny bathroom, "my" very bland room, or my brother's messy room. All the rooms had white walls. This wasn't a place for kids.
I walked back into the living room. I felt like an inconvenience. I sat on the couch, trying to not look too glum. I didn't want to make Taylor upset, just because I was a little sad. I went into the kitchen where he was and sat at the two-seater table.
"So, when's Dubbledorf supposed to be here?" I asked tapping my foot nervously.
"It's Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore. And he should be here soon. Maybe 10 minutes? He wanted to freshen up a bit before meeting you."
"Alrighty. I'm going to go check out my room and get things in order."
I got up and went to the room I was staying in. I went right over to my trunk to begin the changes. I was only going to be here for three days, but I knew of a lot of people who lost their personalities after tragedies, and that wasn't going to be me. I like my personality. I am who my parents made me to be, and I'm not going to let all their hard work go to waste.
I put all of my books, notebooks, pens, and all that fun stuff out on my desk. I set up my parents' pictures up on my bedside table. I put all of my clothes in the drawers too, just to make it feel homier. I looked the room once over, nodded in satisfaction, and went back into the living room.
My brother and I sat on the couch together for maybe two seconds, and we heard a pop. A tall, very lean old man was standing before us. He had very long white hair down to his waist with a very long beard to match. His electric blue eyes were swiveling around, before deciding to land on me. He gave me a smile that made me feel really important. He just had this air about him. It's hard to explain.
"Adena, dear, please don't look so frightened. I'm really a nice old man." He said giving me that same smile, not unlike one a grandfather would give their favorite grandchild.
"I'm not frightened. I'm pleased to meet you. Professor" I said hastily holding out my hand for him to shake. He shook back the long sleeves of his thick robe and shook my hands with his. He had a surprisingly firm grip.
"And to you, my dear. Now, let's get this rolling. I assume you already know you will be attending Hogwarts on September 1st, is that correct?"
"Yes sir. I'm very excited" I said sinking back onto the couch.
He followed my lead. "Yes, yes, very well. In Hogwarts, we are….for lack of a better word divided into houses. Your house is like your family. You eat with them, sleep in your house dormitory, and attend classes with people in your grade in your house. You stay in your house for all of your years at Hogwarts. Are you following?"
"Yes sir, I understand. Does it matter what house you're in?" I asked, getting a little worried.
"To some. To others, it's not that big of a deal. There are four houses. There's Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. " he said ticking them off on his bony fingers. He talked like he was still a teenager, but he seemed so much wiser. Like, a very mature, cool teenager.
"How are the houses determined?" I asked curious.
"By our dear old friend here, the Sorting Hat." He said pulling a very worn and patched up hat from the pocket of his robes.
I really didn't know what to expect, but I put on the hat as he instructed me to, and sat very still. I jumped about a foot into the air when it started speaking to me.
"My goodness, you have quite the brain here. You are awfully loyal, and I see you doing good things. You aren't very cunning, though. Actually, for the surprising amount of intelligence here, there is no talent at lying. Interesting…."
He continued to pick through my brain piece until he shouted "RAVENCLAW".
My brother and Professor Dumbledore both applauded politely. I think Dumbledore actually winked at me.
"Well", said Dumbledore briskly, "I have quite a bit of boring business to attend to. And, as sad as I am to go so soon, I must be leaving. Good luck, dear Adena. I am honored to be the first to say: Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Thank you, Professor." I said with a sincere smile. In spite of all that had happened in the last few days, this meeting with my new headmaster had actually gone decently. I was genuinely excited to start school at this legendary location.
With that, he turned on the spot and disapparated out of my brother's living room.