Enrollment At Hexley Hall

A few days later, Gwen was taking a cloth to Timothy (washing his face), when Cedric came into the bathroom with his old Hexley Hall robes for the boy who was still in his jammies.

"What do you want here?" Gwen asked Cedric, she didn't really trust him too well.

"I just came in with my old Hexley Hall robes for the boy, I think they just might be able to fit him." Cedric said to Gwen.

"You are just lucky that my Timothy has no magical artifacts on him for you to swipe like how you wish to swipe Princess Sofia's amulet!" Gwen snapped at Cedric.

Once at Hexley Hall, the sorting ceremony began.

One by one the hat called out house names, sorting new students into their respected houses.

"I hope Stryker House gets the amnesiac." Wendell Fidget said from the Stryker table.

"Dream on, Wendell!" Candice shouted from the Pepperton table.

"You're not a very nice person!" Dorrie spat in agreement with Candice.

"This one is tricky," the old hat said. "where to place him?"

"Anywhere but Stryker, I want to be with my closest allies." Timothy said, stifling an exhausted yawn.

"Are you certain about that," the sorting hat asked Timothy. "you are destined for great things... and Stryker House will have your back as you travel down the road to greatness!"

"Anywhere but Stryker, I want to be with my closest allies." Timothy said, yawning with exhaustion this time.

"Well, if that is your decision," the sorting hat said to Timothy. "better be... Pepperton!"

The students of Pepperton House clapped their hands and cheered.

"We got Baker! We got Baker!" Abby Murphy exclaimed.

On his way to eat breakfast at the Pepperton table, Wendell sent Timothy flying by tripping him.

"Oh, did I trip you," Wendell taunted Timothy. "I'm so sorry about that, you drowsy diviner!"

Over at the Kennicot table, a brown haired brown eyed eight-year-old girl bashfully covered her blushing scarlet cheeks with her white lace fan.

"Sam, hey! Sam," the black girl sitting next to the girl holding the fan said. "are you all right?"

"How out of this galaxy is he?" Samantha Cook sighed, gazing at Timothy.

"You have a crush?" Princess Aileen asked Samantha.

"On Wendell the Wicked, Sam?" Valentina Androcasia, the black girl asked.

"No, not Wendell," Samantha said to her two friends. "the boy on the floor... he is sobbing his eyes out, I'm going to see if I can help him."

Samantha put her fan away and went to Timothy's location.

"Oh dear! Oh my!" Timothy sobbed bitterly watching as a girl with brown hair & brown eyes stood before him.

"Don't cry anymore," Samantha said to Timothy. "I am quite sorry that this happened to you."

Timothy dried his green eyes which were now red from all his crying, "Who's there? Who are you?" he asked the girl.

"My name is Samantha Amelia Cook, but everyone just calls me Sam," Samantha said shyly. "who may I ask... are you?"

"I am Timothy Henry Baker, it sure is nice to make your aquaintance." Timothy said to Samantha, rubbing his itchy red eyes.

Timothy made a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates appear out of thin air and gave the presents to Samantha.

"Oh, how thoughtfully sweet!" Samantha exclaimed.

Samantha kissed Timothy on the lips, he had just turned six-years-old just a few weeks before spring break had ended after he, his mother, and grandfather had returned to Enchancia Castle, and Samantha was going to turn nine-years-old that September on the tenth.

"Shucks, folks," Timothy said, blushing slightly. "I'm speechless."

Over at the Stryker House table, Calista saw the romantic scene, "Some girls have all the luck." she pouted.