Chapter 7.
(A.N. dont no my immortal u meen sing? tnx dho!)
"Walsh, Amanda"
The last first year stepped up to have the ancient, rickedy hat placed upon her head, after much deliberation the hat shouted,
"Ravenclaw!", and that was that.
As the four tables shifted in unison, waiting for Dumbledore to make his opening speech, McGonagall stepped forward.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have two special guests with us this evening, they shall be inserted into the third year, however they need to be sorted as is tradition."
I grasped my sister's porcelain bony hand with my warm, tan one. This was it.