Didn't expect this part to be finished this fast ;D
I'll just speed up the pace of the story this time.
Hope you like it ~<3
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You're just about to set one of your foot out of the train when you see that goose again.
Draco Malfoy.
That's the third time you've seen him today. As if your first impression of him isn't unpleasant enough, he just have to reappear again when you're buying some chocolate frogs along with Ginny off the old witch who sells treats on the train. Assuming that he remembers you as bad as you remember him, he sent you a deathly glare the moment you mistakenly grabbed a box of Chocolate Frog that he already placed his hand on. After a bit of growling and even attempting to bite each other over a box of silly-shaped sweet, Ginny and two of Draco's fat colleagues managed to separate you two before the patrolling prefects detect the rampage and calm the commotion you just made.
Now you just have to give him another disgusted look when you see him out of his compartment. He, as if not wanting to lose, returned the look with a daunting face.
Well, whatever; you decided to shrug it off when you hear Ginny calls your name from outside the train. "Vallerie!"
"I'm hereee."
"Did all that noisy ruckus of swears over at the train came from your compartment's direction?" Asked one of the Weasleys twin when they've gathered around you. You don't know whether this one who's talking to you is Fred or George - too hard for your eyes to distinguish. They had gone back to their compartment during last hours of the journey after some sixth-year girls come rushing to your compartment looking for them, covered with rainbow mud head to toe. The twin of course, presumably assuming something such as this would occur, had themselves armed with wands beforehand in the compartment to conjure up a Disilussionment charm on themselves so as the girls didn't see them when they came searching.
"That arrogant brat spelled every one of it louder, okay?" You answered, referring to the mad blonde. They laughed and added a "wicked!" statement later on.
The four of you ( consisting you, Ginny, Fred and George - you don't have any idea where the other Weasley guy went and you forgot his name ) along with the other students followed the line to a gate where horseless carriages reside, which you thought had been bewitched so each of it can rode on themselves, carrying the students in it to the school building. You chit-chatted with Ginny along the way as Fred and George began to resume their halted pranks, giving you a peculiar looking wand and commanded you to cast a spell using it. The moment it incidentally morphed into a giant rubber pig as you attempt to use it you realized it was a trick wand they invented. Then as the carriage stopped before a huge oak door which seemed to be the entrance to the school, they ran around putting dungbombs along the steps, careful not to be seen by the sixth year girls.
Not long after, you found yourself already inside the legendary Hogwarts.
A brief welcoming speech is underwent there by a stern-looking old witch who introduces herself to the first years as Minerva McGonagall. She acts as one of the teachers there.
Then after the speech, she approaches you while the others are proceeding to the Great Hall. You left Ginny and waved her a bye.
"Ms. Vallerie Cranindah?" She called, her hands unrolling a long parchment which listed the names of the students.
"Cranindor, Professor." You corrected.
"Right, welcome to Hogwarts," She shook your hand formally and continued, "previously an Agrias student, I presume?"
"Yes."
"Seeing so, Ms. Craneenduh, we'll have to 'sort' you first, together with the 1st years, before you can sit down on the table of the corresponding houses together with your friends. We'll go through the other way to the chamber to wait for the ceremony. Now then, shall we proceed?"
Figuring that this is the time you'll be sorted into the houses, you get an immediate goose-bumps. You gave the professor another yes and followed her nervously into a narrow chamber where you waited with the first years to be called to the Great Hall. You took a peek through a small crack on the wooden door. The rest of the students had already sat down on four long tables. And as you tried to get a better view, Professor McGonagall swung the door open, unfailing to slam you on the forehead, but didn't seem to recognize and called the students forward to enter the Great Hall.
The way led you and the others directly to the front side of the Hall, where a small with a tremendously long nose man dragged a high three-legged stool from the back with difficulty to the center of the wooden landing.
As Ms. McGonnagal stood forward, gave some instructions to the first years and began reading the list of students' names to sort, preferably, you glanced to the large table at your left, to where the Gryffindor house seems to be sitting. Ginny chanced to wave her hand at you between the sea of black pointed hats; she's sitting right next to a girl with a perfectly curled long hair, also Fred and George Weasley, who gave you a cheerful thumbs-ups, and just when you're about to return the wave, your name was called forth.
"Ms. Vallerie Cranundar,"
You wonder how many times this woman have to misspell your surname.
You gritted your teeth and began to sit on the strange tall stool. You saw a tattered old hat in Ms. McGonagall's hands, realizing that that's the thing that everyone has been talking about; the famous yet infamous talking piece of rotten clothing called the 'Sorting Hat' - which will be the one who has the power to sort you into the houses.
You frowned a bit when McGonagall sat that thing ontop of your head. After a couple of seconds, you began holding your breath, trying to withstand a nasty smell that seems to be coming from that piece of thing above your head. Now you know why the 1st years are backing away so far.
"Vallerie Cranindor.. Such a fine and rare name you bear." The hat begins to speak faintly so that only a pair of ears under it can hear it clear. You shivered in shock.
"But will it bear the same amount of fineness in you..? Hmm. Difficult, very difficult."
No.. not Slytherin.. Gryffindor is better, Gryffindor is better.
"Gryffindor, hm? Are you certain of it? It seems to me that you're better off to ..Slytherin."
Ooh boy, no.
Getting inside that house is the same as locking yourself intentionally in a cage of wild mutant chimeras, which is basically just killing yourself.
Gryffindor. Please. G-r-y-f-f-i-n-d-o-r.
Just say its name..
"Ah.. stubborn little girl.
Then let us dig further into your mind to see.."
As you left the hat in deep ponder and tried hard to hold your breath, you gazed your eyes through the table of Slytherin. It's not hard to know their league because they had a huge green banner hanging on the wall behind them with a picture of a snake on it. Perfectly reflects the serpentine inside that Malfoy, you thought.
You could barely make out that blonde hair of him sitting between the other Slytherins with a rather sinister grin plastered onto his face, watching you. It's as though he had now fully realized you're the girl who he crashed into him back then when you're still on your 2nd year.
You curved your lips down in great concern. He smirked at you. That's not showing any good sign.
..and the hat finally speak the final result;
"It is untold, the sorting - and how it must be unpredictable.
..SLYTHERIN!"
Soon, half of the students in the great hall are giving you a great applause. Though weird enough, you saw Ginny with a horrified look.
Now you're off to the Gryffindor tab-
...wait.
WHAT.
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Oh well. Things aren't as exciting when you don't put something unpredictable in it <3
..or is it predictable?
Either way, sorry if it sucks, I'm still learning here :o
Off to the next part ;D
I'll just speed up the pace of the story this time.
Hope you like it ~<3
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You're just about to set one of your foot out of the train when you see that goose again.
Draco Malfoy.
That's the third time you've seen him today. As if your first impression of him isn't unpleasant enough, he just have to reappear again when you're buying some chocolate frogs along with Ginny off the old witch who sells treats on the train. Assuming that he remembers you as bad as you remember him, he sent you a deathly glare the moment you mistakenly grabbed a box of Chocolate Frog that he already placed his hand on. After a bit of growling and even attempting to bite each other over a box of silly-shaped sweet, Ginny and two of Draco's fat colleagues managed to separate you two before the patrolling prefects detect the rampage and calm the commotion you just made.
Now you just have to give him another disgusted look when you see him out of his compartment. He, as if not wanting to lose, returned the look with a daunting face.
Well, whatever; you decided to shrug it off when you hear Ginny calls your name from outside the train. "Vallerie!"
"I'm hereee."
"Did all that noisy ruckus of swears over at the train came from your compartment's direction?" Asked one of the Weasleys twin when they've gathered around you. You don't know whether this one who's talking to you is Fred or George - too hard for your eyes to distinguish. They had gone back to their compartment during last hours of the journey after some sixth-year girls come rushing to your compartment looking for them, covered with rainbow mud head to toe. The twin of course, presumably assuming something such as this would occur, had themselves armed with wands beforehand in the compartment to conjure up a Disilussionment charm on themselves so as the girls didn't see them when they came searching.
"That arrogant brat spelled every one of it louder, okay?" You answered, referring to the mad blonde. They laughed and added a "wicked!" statement later on.
The four of you ( consisting you, Ginny, Fred and George - you don't have any idea where the other Weasley guy went and you forgot his name ) along with the other students followed the line to a gate where horseless carriages reside, which you thought had been bewitched so each of it can rode on themselves, carrying the students in it to the school building. You chit-chatted with Ginny along the way as Fred and George began to resume their halted pranks, giving you a peculiar looking wand and commanded you to cast a spell using it. The moment it incidentally morphed into a giant rubber pig as you attempt to use it you realized it was a trick wand they invented. Then as the carriage stopped before a huge oak door which seemed to be the entrance to the school, they ran around putting dungbombs along the steps, careful not to be seen by the sixth year girls.
Not long after, you found yourself already inside the legendary Hogwarts.
A brief welcoming speech is underwent there by a stern-looking old witch who introduces herself to the first years as Minerva McGonagall. She acts as one of the teachers there.
Then after the speech, she approaches you while the others are proceeding to the Great Hall. You left Ginny and waved her a bye.
"Ms. Vallerie Cranindah?" She called, her hands unrolling a long parchment which listed the names of the students.
"Cranindor, Professor." You corrected.
"Right, welcome to Hogwarts," She shook your hand formally and continued, "previously an Agrias student, I presume?"
"Yes."
"Seeing so, Ms. Craneenduh, we'll have to 'sort' you first, together with the 1st years, before you can sit down on the table of the corresponding houses together with your friends. We'll go through the other way to the chamber to wait for the ceremony. Now then, shall we proceed?"
Figuring that this is the time you'll be sorted into the houses, you get an immediate goose-bumps. You gave the professor another yes and followed her nervously into a narrow chamber where you waited with the first years to be called to the Great Hall. You took a peek through a small crack on the wooden door. The rest of the students had already sat down on four long tables. And as you tried to get a better view, Professor McGonagall swung the door open, unfailing to slam you on the forehead, but didn't seem to recognize and called the students forward to enter the Great Hall.
The way led you and the others directly to the front side of the Hall, where a small with a tremendously long nose man dragged a high three-legged stool from the back with difficulty to the center of the wooden landing.
As Ms. McGonnagal stood forward, gave some instructions to the first years and began reading the list of students' names to sort, preferably, you glanced to the large table at your left, to where the Gryffindor house seems to be sitting. Ginny chanced to wave her hand at you between the sea of black pointed hats; she's sitting right next to a girl with a perfectly curled long hair, also Fred and George Weasley, who gave you a cheerful thumbs-ups, and just when you're about to return the wave, your name was called forth.
"Ms. Vallerie Cranundar,"
You wonder how many times this woman have to misspell your surname.
You gritted your teeth and began to sit on the strange tall stool. You saw a tattered old hat in Ms. McGonagall's hands, realizing that that's the thing that everyone has been talking about; the famous yet infamous talking piece of rotten clothing called the 'Sorting Hat' - which will be the one who has the power to sort you into the houses.
You frowned a bit when McGonagall sat that thing ontop of your head. After a couple of seconds, you began holding your breath, trying to withstand a nasty smell that seems to be coming from that piece of thing above your head. Now you know why the 1st years are backing away so far.
"Vallerie Cranindor.. Such a fine and rare name you bear." The hat begins to speak faintly so that only a pair of ears under it can hear it clear. You shivered in shock.
"But will it bear the same amount of fineness in you..? Hmm. Difficult, very difficult."
No.. not Slytherin.. Gryffindor is better, Gryffindor is better.
"Gryffindor, hm? Are you certain of it? It seems to me that you're better off to ..Slytherin."
Ooh boy, no.
Getting inside that house is the same as locking yourself intentionally in a cage of wild mutant chimeras, which is basically just killing yourself.
Gryffindor. Please. G-r-y-f-f-i-n-d-o-r.
Just say its name..
"Ah.. stubborn little girl.
Then let us dig further into your mind to see.."
As you left the hat in deep ponder and tried hard to hold your breath, you gazed your eyes through the table of Slytherin. It's not hard to know their league because they had a huge green banner hanging on the wall behind them with a picture of a snake on it. Perfectly reflects the serpentine inside that Malfoy, you thought.
You could barely make out that blonde hair of him sitting between the other Slytherins with a rather sinister grin plastered onto his face, watching you. It's as though he had now fully realized you're the girl who he crashed into him back then when you're still on your 2nd year.
You curved your lips down in great concern. He smirked at you. That's not showing any good sign.
..and the hat finally speak the final result;
"It is untold, the sorting - and how it must be unpredictable.
..SLYTHERIN!"
Soon, half of the students in the great hall are giving you a great applause. Though weird enough, you saw Ginny with a horrified look.
Now you're off to the Gryffindor tab-
...wait.
WHAT.
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Oh well. Things aren't as exciting when you don't put something unpredictable in it <3
..or is it predictable?
Either way, sorry if it sucks, I'm still learning here :o
Off to the next part ;D
Story: Resistance is Futile
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