A/N: Yes, I skipped homework to type this for you guys. I might be young, but I'm still a dedicated author who expresses her feelings through writing. I've been having a really rough day. I'm in middle school, and I'm going through a hard time right now, coated by insecurities. I don't have much time lately, but I do love to write, and i do love you. Reviews make me happy. Someone gave me a review last time! Thanks to her! Constructive criticism is fine, but please no flames. Usually they don't bother me, but... you know. I love you. Merlin, I'm mushy today. Please R and R. Thanks. BTW, these chapters are prewritten, so I know they're short, but they get longer by chappie number nine. Thanks.
The castle was breathtakingly beautiful. It was beige, sandy brown, silver, dark brown, burgundy, gold, and a reddish brown. The kids gaped at it in awe, Jasmine included. They reached a mossy path, and they followed Hagrid, until they reached what looked like a sparkling gold door, hovering a few inches above the ground. Hagrid knocked on it. The door opened and everyone's jaw dropped. Behind the door was a magnificent hallway. There were portraits whispering and pointing, candles floating, and two ghosts perched daintily on an armchair, chatting with one another. All the new students were awestruck, and fascinated by the sight. A middle-aged woman, with sleek black hair pulled into an elegant bun, approached Hagrid and the children. Jasmine wondered who this was.
"The firs' yers, Profess'r McGonagall," Professor McGonagall nodded.
"Come along, students. Welcome to Hogwarts. The sorting shall begin soon." She gave a tight-lipped smile to them, and motioned for the kids to follow her. Peter rejoined the four, and they walked into the Great Hall together.
"Do any of you know how we get sorted?" Jasmine whispered to her friends. They shook their heads in unison. Jasmine felt a wave of nervousness overcome her. As they were led inside, Jasmine saw a ragged, old, brown hat perched on a stool. Whispers emitted from the first years.
"I wonder what it does?"
"Maybe it breathes fire?"
"Maybe it has a creature we have to fight!"
"Like a vampire!"
"Or a werewolf!" Remus flinched, and Jasmine wondered if he feared werewolves. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.
"When I call your name, you shall place the Sorting Hat atop your head, and it will sort you into your house. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each house has produced outstanding wizards and witches, and each house has it's own noble history. Your house will become something like your family. You will eat, sleep, dine, and attend classes with your house. Good luck to all of you. Let us begin." The five friends exchanged worried glances. The hat opened it's mouth. Wait. Mouth? Jasmine, Remus, Peter, James, and Sirius exchanged incredulous looks of disbelief.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
but don't judge on what you see.
I'll eat myself if you can find,
a smarter hat than me!
You can keep your bowlers black,
your top hats sleek and tall,
for I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
and I can cap them all!
There's nothing hidden in your head,
the Sorting Hat can't see.
So try me on,
and i shall tell you,
where you ought to be.
You might belong in Ravenclaw,
if you're witty and smart,
They always know everything, those Ravenclaws,
that's what sets them apart.
Or shall you be in Gryffindor,
where those are just and brave,
those courageous Gryffindors,
shall never, ever cave!
Or will you be in Hufflepuff,
the loyal, nice, and kind.
So helpful, our dear Hufflepuffs,
good friends here you will find.
Or are you a Slytherin,
cunning and ambitious.
They dream big, and always beyond,
though sometimes slightly vicious.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
Don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The Great Hall burst into applause, and the first years breathed a sigh of relief. So we just have to try on the hat, Jasmine thought.
"Aubrey, Bennet!" A short, stocky boy climbed up, and put the hat on. A few minutes later, it called,
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Anil, Patricia!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Black, Sirius!" Sirius gulped nervously as he walked up to the Hat. A few minutes passed before it shouted out,
"GRYFFINDOR!" He shot off towards the Gryffindor table, hands in his pockets, and a huge grin on his face. There was a silence in the Hall, until James and Jasmine both began cheering and shouting as loudly as they could. Remus wolf-whistled and Peter clapped enthusiastically. Sirius raised his hands in a victory salute.
"Evans, Lily!" Lily went up, looking slightly frightened.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Lily smiled sadly at Severus, but when he turned away, she gave a thumbs up and a wink to Jasmine. She winked back, and cheered for Lily along with the rest of Gryffindor.
"Ester, Kelly!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Hussle, Terrence!
"RAVENCLAW"
"Jester, Rhia!"
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat called out again.
"Lupin, Remus!" was called. He visibly paled as he set the hat gently on his head. A moment of silence passed, and then his house was called.
"GRYFFINDOR!" He smiled widely as he sat next to Sirius proudly. Time passed.
"Pettigrew, Peter!" Peter took a while to sort. Jasmine repeatedly heard the word 'hatstall'.
"What's a hatstall?" she whispered to James.
"It's when the hat takes over five minutes to sort someone," he muttered. Suddenly, the hat yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!" All of Peter's friends clapped, cheered, and whistled as he sat on the other side of Sirius.
"Potter, James!" James winked at Jasmine, and strode confidently up to the hat. The hat barely touched his head before it placed him in-
"GRYFFINDOR!" Jasmine whooped.
"Prewett, Alice!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Peasant, Julie!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Smith, Cherise!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Smilk, Darl!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Stone, Jasmine!"
Hmm, what do we have here?
Um, a Gryffindor? Jasmine thought hopefully.
I don't know. Slightly bookish, I see. A bit too loyal to your friends also. Very ambitious, but alas, Slytherin is not the place for you. Hufflepuff? No, I don't think so. Tell me, who are your friends, Ms. Stone?
Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Lily Evans, Jasmine thought immediately.
Oho! That will be an interesting group as time flies!
What do you mean? Jasmine asked. But the hat did not answer.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Jasmine, still in a daze from the hat's words, sat next to James, and across from Remus. After a few more students, Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Welcome new students! And welcome back, old ones! Though certainly not as old as I. I assure you that the feast will began shortly, but before that, I would like to say a few words. Dimwit! Chubby flab! Flail! And chucked!" The slightly senile man tapped his glass lightly, created a 'tink' sound effect. Jasmine simply stared at the sight unfolding around her. Food had begun to pile it's way up onto trays that had been on the table. Jasmine tried whatever looked appetizing- roast chicken, creamy potatoes, fish and chips, garlic bread and so on.
"Thif ick dewishious!" Sirius said, his mouth full. Jasmine crinkled her nose. She wasn't a girly-girl, but that was just gross. Sirius gave her the thumbs up. After the meal, the plates cleared. James frowned.
"No dessert?" he said, disappointedly. Immediately after his words the plates began to fill again, though this time with cakes and various flavors of ice cream, and almost every other type of dessert that you could possibly think of. James blinked.
"I stand corrected." The five dug in once more, and went to bed feeling exceptionally satisfied that night.
A/N: Well there it is. Hope you enjoyed, and REVIEW! Thanks! Luv ya'll and drop me a PM, tell me what you're gonna be for Halloween! I'd love to know. Really. And this chapter was 1327 words.