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Chapter Three
Taylor's POV
Three Weeks Later
I was beyond nervous. Today was the day and I was starting to panic. Mom had already come upstairs twice to check on me as I continued to pace back and forth in my room. Apollo had taken to laying on my bed and watched me as I walked from one side to the other. It wasn't till dad came up and stopped me from my pacing that I finally took a deep breath that was needed more than I realized.
"You need to calm down, sweetie. Everything'll be alright. You don't need to panic." he told me and I slid to the floor. I hoped he was right. I didn't like meeting new people or going new places. This was just the worst possible thing that could happen to me. I was luck enough to have friends like Ellie and Bobby who knew how difficult it was for me to interact with people, but now things were changing.
I wouldn't have Ellie and Bobby to fall back on. I'd have to make new friends or spend the whole year stowed away in the library during my free time. "We should get going. Your letter said to get there a little early so the headmaster could meet with us before you start." dad said and offered me his hand. With a sigh, I took said hand and pulled myself up. Casting a shrinking spell on my trunk, I put into the pocket of my robes and then held my arm out. "Come on, Apollo." I said and, in white blur, the Ragdoll ran up my arm and sat on my shoulder.
"You're lucky he stayed somewhat small." dad laughed as he watched Apollo drape himself over my shoulder. "Yeah." I chuckled softly and reached up to scratch the cat behind the ear. "He's easy to maneuver this way." I said and dad chuckled. "Touché." he said and we left my room, the door closing behind me as we went downstairs. When we got downstairs, mom was slipping her coat and she gave me a warm smile.
There was a stretching silence before dad cleared his throat. "Well, we're supposed to meet Professor Dumbledore in a few minutes. Got everything?" he asked and I nodded. With a small smile, he took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Just remember what I said, all right?" he whispered and I smiled.
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Third Person POV
Albus Dumbledore looked up from the papers strayed across his desk when he heard the telltale sound of the floo, not to mention the flash of green light that erupted in the room. Looking up, he watched three people walk out of the massive fireplace and into his office. Smiling, the Headmaster stood from his chair and walked over to greet the family. The dirty blonde haired man smiled at the professor and stretched out his hand to shake. "Professor Dumbledore, it's wonderful to meet you. We've heard so many wonderful things about you and your school." he said as Dumbledore shook his hand.
"And you, Mr. Hawkins." Dumbledore greeted, a smile on his face as he looked at the small family in front of him. "And where is the young lady who shall be our newest addition?" he asked, looking to the two red heads who stood behind Mr. Hawkins. The two woman looked almost exactly alike, with the exception of their height and their eyes. The shorter woman, with a stunning white cat on her shoulder, had the same dark blue eyes as Mr. Hawkins and had a more rounded face than the other. The woman standing next to her placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and a warm smile to back it graced her face. "This is our daughter, Professor." she said, turning her smile to the older man.
"So, you're Taylor." he said, walking up to the young woman and smiled down at her. "Yes, sir." she said and it was evident that if she wasn't in a room full of people, albeit most of them were her own flesh and blood, she would've fainted from nervousness. "There's no need to be nervous. I have no doubt you'll enjoy your time here at Hogwarts. If I remember correctly, your grandmother was quite the student. We had many classes together when I was younger." he laughed and Taylor smiled a little.
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Taylor's POV
I didn't know why, but it comforted me to know that the headmaster had been friends with my grandmother during their school years. There was a short pause and then the headmaster motioned for me to step forward. "Well, like I said in my letter, I'd like to have you sorted into a house now rather than have you sorted along with the first years." he said with a smile and he pulled out a stool. As I sat down, Apollo jumped from my shoulder and sat on the floor next to me while I watched as Professor Dumbledore walked over and pulled a rather beaten looking hat down from a shelf.
"I realize that at Timberwood you were separated by year. As I'm sure you know, you'll be separated into one of the four houses here. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or Slytherin. I'm sure one of your classmates would be willing to help you learn more about the houses and general history of our school once you've settled in." he told me with a warm smile. I nodded and smiled back while he walked over and paused.
"The sorting hat will determine what house you shall be in." he told me and then placed the hat on my head. I sat there for a moment confused and then I heard someone talking in my ear. "Well well well. I thought I'd seen the last of your line when your great grandmother graduated. I must admit, I'm a little disappointed you've shown up so late." it said and after a moment of stunned silence, I decided I should answer. "Um, what does this have to do with anything?" I asked, ignoring the confused looks my parents gave me.
"Nothing at all!" I heard the hat chuckle and then it was silent for a moment. "Hmm. Quite a hard decision. If given a push, you'd do quite well in Slytherin. You're quite intelligent, making you fit into Ravenclaw nicely. Loyal to bitter end as well, most Hufflepuffs are. But, there's something different. Something that makes you not fit into those houses the right way. It must be your bravery. Your ability to stand up to others despite your own fears. Hmm. I believe I'm quite right in this decision. GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled, causing me to jump slightly.
The sudden outburst caused everyone in the room to jump as well, Apollo moving away from my side to go and stand next to my mom to get away in case there was another outburst. Professor Dumbledore came up and removed the hat from my head and placed it back on its shelf before coming over to me and offering me his hand. "Congratulations, my dear. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully in Gryffindor. There have been many talented witches and wizards who have come from said house. And if you don't mind my boasting, myself and your great grandmother included." he chuckled as I took his hand and he helped me slide off the stool.
A/N: Like I promised, Taylor has arrived at Hogwarts and has been sorted into Gryffindor. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think!