This Friday has been fantastic, so I'm going to share my joy with you!

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"What an idiot." I said smiling, shaking my head. "How did you two manage to steal it?"

Goyle was the first to answer.

"While Sneville was talking to his Gran, we decided to help him by loading the toad with us." He said with a sly grin.

Again, we burst into laughter. Crabbe, due to his wild arm movements, accidentally knocked down a bag of Bertie Botts Beans.

"Great job Vincent." Lydia snorted, popping a Droobles into her mouth.

Eventually, noon became night, and the train slowly came to a stop. We had already changed into our robes, and through the window, I could see the mountains and forest under the shadow of the night sky. We all crammed the rest of our sweets in our pockets, then followed everyone out of the train. Careful to stay close, we pushed everyone out of the way and towards a small platform.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Bellowed a loud and deep voice.

A large, hairy face bobbed above the rest of the faces, and a noticed he was smiling down at a boy with unruly black hair and glasses. Then he looked back up and lifted up a lantern.

"C'mon, follow me-anymore firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"

We stumbled to follow the giant down the steep path, and when we were five minutes into the path, Draco muttered something into my ear.

"Giant oaf. Seems a bit savage, he's the Gamekeeper here."

I struggled to keep from sniggering. It was true. His beard was wild and mangy, and his clothes seemed to be animal hide. I was about to agree when suddenly Lydia tripped, but she managed to catch herself by clinging into my shoulder.

"Ow! Like, why can't the path be made by velvet, or silk!" She exclaimed, standing up and fixing her hair.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," The giant called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."

A loud chorus of "Oooooh!" emitted from the crowd.

The narrow path opened slowly onto the edge of a large black lake, and perched atop a high mountain on the other side was a vast castle. It's windows were sparkling, and it was adorned with many towers and turrets.

"No more'n four to a boat!" The Gamekeeper called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore.

"You guys go ahead, I'll sit with them." I told them when they noticed we were five.

I went and sat next to a boy with dark skin and a girl with a pug like face.

"Vanice Crypton." I told them, giving them smiles.

"Blaise Zabini." Said the one with dark skin.

"Pansy Parkinson." The girl said, running her hand through her short black hair.

I recognized their surnames. Slytherin Purebloods. But way below me.

"Everyone in?" Shouted the giant, who had a boat to himself. "Right then- FORWARD!"

And the fleet of little boats glided all at once, moving across the lake which was smooth as glass. I dipped my hand, letting it cut through the water. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle up ahead. It towered over us, getting nearer and nearer as we sailed closer to the cliff on which it stood.

"Heads down!" yelled the giant, as the first boats reached the cliff.

We all bent down and were carried through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the front of the cliff. We went in and kept going, which felt as if we were going underground, until we got to a harbor. We clambered out onto the rocks and pebbles and I caught Lydia's eye.

"Vanice! Hurry, get over here!" She hissed, waving her hand.

I made my way through the crowd of students and stood between her and Draco. We walked up a flight of stone stairs, following the lantern. Crowding on the last stone step and before a huge oak front door, the Gamekeeper looked at us wearing a proud smile.

"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"

I turned my head and saw that he was talking to Neville. The sound of three knocks was heard and I turned back to the door, which had swung open. A tall witch with black hair in green robes stood at the entrance. She wasn't smiling, and she had a stern feeling wavering around her.

"The firs' years Professor McGonagall." Said the giant.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She held the door wide open. The entrance hall was huge. The stone walls were lit by flaming torches on the wall and the ceiling was too high to see, and the magnificent marble staircase that faced us led us to the upper floors.

"Wow." I mumbled, and Crabbe and Goyle agreed in hushed voices.

We followed Professor McGonagall through the corridor, and the sound of jumbled voices came from a door to our right. But instead of leading us in there, she led us into a small empty chamber.

As soon as we had all squeezed inside, she cleared her throat and gave us a smile.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses."

My stomach made a sudden jump, and I let out a quiet whimper. McGonagall continued, not noticing my sound of anxiety.

"The Sorting is a very important ceremony because while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of th rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

I noticed her eyes lingered on Neville and on a boy with red hair, who had a smudge on his nose. Beside me, Lydia began to flatten her hair. I heard her say something else, but I was eyeing Hermione, who was blabbering about spells she had memorized that I don't notice when McGonagall had left.

"So like, what did she say?" Lydia asked me.

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Do you guys like Lydia? I do. Haha:)

•Question for the chapter...

-What class would you fail in at Hogwarts?

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