The first time I met Fred, I thought he was a prat. I mean, he was sitting there with George telling my fellow first years about how they were going to have to fight a troll, a dragon, and a Banshee to be sorted. Now, I didn't know how we were going to be sorted, but honestly?! A first year going up against those creatures isn't likely.
"Guys, don't listen to them. They are lying! Theres no way the Headmaster is going to make first years with no experience battle those creatures. Those boys are just trying to scare us." I told them in my best grown up voice. (looking back now, I realize it was a snooty stuck up know-it-all voice).
"Oh really? And how would you know, ickle firstie? Have you been to Hogwarts? No. But Gred and I have been and we had to fight those things." One of the ginger twins replied.
"Gred? Really, what kind of name is Gred?" I looked at my fellow year mates, "Are you seriously going to listen to a guy whos name is Gred?"
"Oi! There's nothing wrong with the name Gred or the name Forge!"
"I get it. One of you is named Fred, the other is named George. That's pretty smart to twist your names up like that… are you nine years old or something? Guys, don't listen to these two, most likely all we will need to do is do a little magic. May they will give us a spell that tells us where we belong." And with that, I walked out of the compartment and continued looking for Trevor, a nice—if not forgetful—boy named Neville's toad.
When we got to the castle and it was time for sorting, I was kind of nervous. What if those boys had been right? I didn't even try and prepare! I should have read about them the rest of the way to school so I would know how not to get killed! Getting killed was NOT on my to-do list. Although, getting expelled would be worse than death, I thought. Man, I was wrong. There are many things in life worse than expulsion.. but, I digress.
So, we are in the great hall, and Professor McGonagall sets this ratty old hat on a stool, and it starts to sing. I was pretty damn surprised. I knew this was all magic, but I didn't think anyone would be able to enchant a freaking hat to sing and think! That's just crazy.
The hat finished its song, and the professor began calling people's names so they could be sorted. She called my now friend Hannah Abbot up and the hat yelled HUFFLPUFF! So see, I was right. We didn't have to fight anything, we just had to wear a silly old hat. I ended up being sorted into Gryffindor, even though the Hat seriously debated putting me in Ravenclaw. I was really glad I got Gryffindor though, because the Ravenclaws kind of looked really stuck up, and like they thought they were better than everyone. Plus, there were a couple of really annoying people on the train who got sorted into Ravenclaw—I definitely didn't want to deal with sharing a common room or a dorm with them for seven years.
The downside to Gryffindor? Yeah, you guessed it. The Weasley twins were in that house. I knew one thing for certain though, I definitely liked 'Gred and Forge' better than their brother Ron. He was a complete Arse on the train, and he seemed like he was an arse all the time. Ron, Harry Potter, and Neville Longbottom all ended up in Gryffindor, so pretty much everyone whose name I got on the train, were in the same house as I was.
Now, I just needed to make friends. Hopefully I would be able to here where I wasn't the weird girl who made weird things happen around her. I was normal here, we were all witches and wizards and we could all do 'weird' things.