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The sorting.
I didn't expect the hat to be this ugly! It's an awful shade of grey, is covered in clumps of dirt, as well something that looks suspiciously like blood, and is so tattered that it's a miracle it can still stay upright.
I have to put that on my head!? Ew! I am definitely washing my hair tonight.
Aliza grimaces at me, and I can tell she's thinking the same thing as me.
Luna starts to call out the names for the sorting, and my attention turns to the front.
"Jake Aaron." A sandy haired, very good looking boy walks up confidently, and almost immediately gets sorted into Slytherin. I frown, slightly disappointed that such a hot guy is in that house. Oh well, I'm sure a few nice looking ones will be in Gryffindor...
Luna calls out a few more names, then, "Aliza Bells". My friend jumps at hearing her name, and her hair turns a deep, almost black blue, for nervousness and fear.
She walks shakily up to the platform, and Luna places the hat on her head. There's a long silence, then the hat shouts : GRYFFINDOR!
Aliza's hair becomes a relieved gold, with a few pink highlights in it, as she takes off the hat and rushes down to the correct table. I hear a few murmurs of surprise at her hair, and smile, thinking of how many people must be asking her about it at this very instant.
No one I know goes up for a while, and then Luna calls out Malfoy's name.
It's hardly worth listening, I think, he'll obviously be sorted into Slytherin. But I still listen, and get the shock of my life when the hat shouts out... GRYFFINDOR!
"What!?" I exclaim, and everyone within ear shot looks at me strangely, but I ignore them. How can Malfoy, the stuck-up, overconfident pureblood be in Gryffindor?! Surely the world has spun off it's axis, or maybe the hat's broken. How could it possibly sort Malfoy into Gryffindor?
A horrible thought strikes me. If the hat isn't working... I might get put into Slytherin! Or Hufflepuff ! I could not let that happen! I would kill that stupid hat if so much as considered putting me in Hufflepuff... Can you kill a talking hat? I seriously hope that I won't have to find out the answer to that question...
"Albus..." I groan, clutching my cousin's arm, "The bloody hat's not working! We'll be put into Slytherin!"
He just shoots me a funny look, "Didn't it ever occur to you that Scorpius might not be as bad as you think?" he asks, and I feel my mouth drop open in shock.
"Did you seriously just call him Scorpius, Al? Has the world gone mad!?"
"Rose, you hardly even know the bloke, you can't hate him because of his family." Al says, sighing.
"Damn well, I..."
"Albus Potter." I'm interrupted by Luna, and am left glaring at my cousin's back as he walks up towards the sorting hat. He's sorted into Gryffindor, and I am slightly reassured... Maybe the hat just had a tiny, momentary problem. Maybe Malfoy's thoughts were all jumbled up and didn't make sense, maybe the hat pitied him, and decided to put him in the best house... yeah, I can see a bunch of reasons why it wouldn't have worked on Malfoy...
"Rose Weasley." Luna calls out, and I start slightly, before walking up towards the hat, trying to seem as collected as possible.
"Hey, Luna." I grin at my parent's friend once I reach her before gingerly sitting down on the dirty stool, "Ever considered maybe cleaning things a bit around here, I bet I'll get allergies from all the dust on that thing." I say, wrinkling my nose at the hat that Luna slowly lowers onto my head.
"I resent that, you know! My dust gives me character." The hat says in my mind.
Oh, bla bla bla...face it, you're filthy, and since when is that a good thing?! Anyway, tell me once you've figured out your personal problems so that can sort me into Gryffindor.
"Who says you'll be in Gryffindor?"
I have to be in Gryffindor, everyone else is in that house.
"And since when do you follow the crowd?"
Since forever when it comes to houses and fashion. But for fashion I have to buy muggle magazines, I can't believe wizards don't care about it! No wonder we end up wearing ugly hats like you."
"Again with the ugly... I should put you in Slytherin just for that."
I stiffen. No please don't! By the way, why did you stick Malfoy in Gryffindor? He's a pureblood, he belongs in Slytherin."
"Things have changed since the war, Weasley, and Malfoy is one of the bravest young men I have ever seen. He is more of a Gryffindor than yourself.
You mean... I'm not a true Gryffindor?
"You're certainly brave enough to be in that house, and you obviously have enough character. But, on the other hand, you will often put yourself before others, and always make sure to chose the winning side in battle. You think about your actions beforehand, whereas a true Gryffindor would just dive in without a thought for the consequences. A bit like Mr. Mafoy actually, you two are more alike than you want to admit"
Again with this Malfoy rubbish! Why is everyone acting like he's a saint? He's a bloody Malfoy!"
"I see you also have the Gryffindor foul mouth..." The hat observes dryly, "Anyway, I've made my decision, if only for you to stop being prejudiced : GRYFFINDOR!
Yes! Thank you Mr. Hat, but try to sort out your hygienic problems. Maybe die yourself blue as well, dark blue...it would really suit you!
With that said, I throw off the annoying hat, and run down to my table. I notice that the only free seat is beside Scorpius, so I push Al along next to him instead, like that I can squeeze in between Al and Aliza. Too bad for the hat, he's far too delusional for his own good. Scorpius looks at me sadly when I do this, but I just smirk at him. Ha! Take that Malfoy!
The banquet is delicious, rivaled only by my mum and Grandma's cooking. There are all of my favorite things laid out on the huge table : Lasagna, chicken pie, pizza, rice... I eat so quickly that it must seem as if I haven't been fed for weeks! Scorpius watches me, amused, as he daintily chews his mashed potatoes, and I scowl at him, making sure to show off the contents of my mouth. You have no idea how pleased I am when he turns slightly green. Are my commoner manners too much for the poor pureblood?
I meet everyone else that will be in our year, and they all seem very nice : There's Leo Maddox, Colin Creevey the 2nd, and his twin, Magenta. I also take an immediate liking to the charming Jun Kendall, Cho Chang's son, who has the most beautiful, silky black hair and dark eyes... Robyn Woods, Tania Neils and Laila Owen are also in our year, and will be in the same dorm as Me and Zaza (Aliza, I just figured out that awesome name for her). That makes six of us in the same room. It will be so fun!
The main course disappears, much to my dismay, but I immediately cheer up when it is replaced by thousands of...
"Cakes! Muffins! Pudding!" I exclaim, immediately pilling my plate high with anything I can get my hands on, much to everyone's amusement.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone that can eat so much..." Leo observes, his eyes widening as I practically inhale my third muffin.
"Yep! I'm one of a kind!" I answer, grinning, "Pass the brownies, please."
After dinner, Teddy, who is prefect this year, leads us up to the common room. He's quite a good guide really, his blue hair is so hard to miss, rivaled only by Zaza's bright pink head, with it's green highlights, (for tired).
We arrive in front of the portrait of the fat lady, who refuses to open until she has introduced herself to us all, and shown off her awful singing. Everyone is, needless to say, immensely relieved when she finally swings open, having finished a completely useless welcome speech, in which she insisted in putting all of our names.
We file in, and after looking around the cosy common room a bit, the girls and the boys separate as we go to our respective rooms, where I immediately go wash my hair from the sorting hat.
We all talk a few hours more when we go to bed. We talk about the food, the guys, the teachers... There is so much to say! Finally, at about 3 am, I drop off, exhausted, and my last thought is, Maybe tomorrow Malfoy will get put into Slytherin...
I Apologize for this ridiculously short chapter, but I wanted to get on to the next chapter, where they are in their 4th or 5th year ( I haven't quite decided which yet...) :P I'll post the next chapter as soon as possible! Virtual pinky finger promise! xD by tomorrow it should be up! Please review, or I will probably get depressed at not having any reviews and stop writing... :( actually I won't, that would just be mean. But you get the point! Otherwise my chapters will be all depressing because I will be depressed... :( :3
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