Until now, I was looking meneruskan, ke depan to being sorted. But then Professor McGonagall told me I was to be sorted with the first graders, atau first years. Whatever anda call it. I didn't want every one in the school to view me as the girl who stood in line with the 11 tahun olds.
Things turned out to go better than I expected. Before she bagan the ceramony, Professor McGonagall turned the the four houses and gave a speech....about me.
"Before I call any first years up to be sorted, I would like to announce that we have a transfer student from America."
I groaned. Great. Now everyone knew who I was.
"Lorena Adams, a fourth year. Please do offer her some acessitance, as the kastil, castle and grounds are tricky to navigate for all of us when we first arrived. Now Ms.Adams, please come up to the stool."
I took a deep breath. Before sitting down, I scanned the Great Hall for familiar faces. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting at one of the end tables, smiling at me. The blond boy from the train was sitting at the other end meja with his gorilla body guards. He was scowling. A look of pure hatred. I couldn't resist but to smirk at him.
You can do this, I told myself as I sat down. anda will not die of humilation. Professor McGonagall placed a old, patched hat on my head. It was the kind of hat that would make my mom burn down our house if the thing ever came in.
Dirty, am I? The hat whispered. No, not so dirty. Your mother would die to see me again.
At this point, I came to two conclusions. One, I was going insane. Two, the hat was insane.
No, I am not insane, and neither are you.
It was as if the hat had read my thoughts.
But we here to place anda in your house...not to argue over mental illness. Hmmm. Very diffcult. Smart enough for Ravenclaw and brave enough for Gryffindor...Slytherin would also suit anda well....diffulct. Very diffcult.
I almost laughed out loud. Me, in Slytherin? That would like a domba willingly going to Madagascar...in other words, asking for death. No. Never Slytherin.
Not Slytherin, eh? Are anda sure? No? Well then. Stubborness and bravery....GRYFFINDOR!
The Gryffindor meja burst into applause. Hermione hugged me, Harry and Ron high fived each other, and two twins who resembled Ron quite a bit shook both my hands. "We're Forge and Gred Weasley." They berkata in unison as if they had used this line millions of times before. Another boy clapped me on the back. "I'm Dean Thomas."
More people introduced themselves to me. The Gryffindor meja was full of chater, until McGonagall shouted. "SILENCE." Even after that, people still chatered quietly among their neighbors. Harry handed me a grey kaus kaki filled with butter. I stared at him. "What's this for?" I asked.
"A mentega sock." He grinned. "Great to hit annoying people with and self defence from people such as Malfoy. Thought anda might need it after the train."
"Is Malfoy the blond guy?" I asked.
Ron nodded. "The toddler that walked away with candy. Yep."
Everyone around us burst out laughing. It was only then did I realize they heard what we said. "How'd that happen?" One of the Weasley twins asked.
I began to answer, but Hermione shook my shoulder. Shhh. She pointed at the headmaster, Dumbledore, who stood up and was clanging his spoon on his goblet. It had great effect, as the whole Great Hall went dead silent. He stood up. "Now, we continue with sorting, I would like to say a word. And that is ... fulbergaster. Thank you."
Things turned out to go better than I expected. Before she bagan the ceramony, Professor McGonagall turned the the four houses and gave a speech....about me.
"Before I call any first years up to be sorted, I would like to announce that we have a transfer student from America."
I groaned. Great. Now everyone knew who I was.
"Lorena Adams, a fourth year. Please do offer her some acessitance, as the kastil, castle and grounds are tricky to navigate for all of us when we first arrived. Now Ms.Adams, please come up to the stool."
I took a deep breath. Before sitting down, I scanned the Great Hall for familiar faces. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting at one of the end tables, smiling at me. The blond boy from the train was sitting at the other end meja with his gorilla body guards. He was scowling. A look of pure hatred. I couldn't resist but to smirk at him.
You can do this, I told myself as I sat down. anda will not die of humilation. Professor McGonagall placed a old, patched hat on my head. It was the kind of hat that would make my mom burn down our house if the thing ever came in.
Dirty, am I? The hat whispered. No, not so dirty. Your mother would die to see me again.
At this point, I came to two conclusions. One, I was going insane. Two, the hat was insane.
No, I am not insane, and neither are you.
It was as if the hat had read my thoughts.
But we here to place anda in your house...not to argue over mental illness. Hmmm. Very diffcult. Smart enough for Ravenclaw and brave enough for Gryffindor...Slytherin would also suit anda well....diffulct. Very diffcult.
I almost laughed out loud. Me, in Slytherin? That would like a domba willingly going to Madagascar...in other words, asking for death. No. Never Slytherin.
Not Slytherin, eh? Are anda sure? No? Well then. Stubborness and bravery....GRYFFINDOR!
The Gryffindor meja burst into applause. Hermione hugged me, Harry and Ron high fived each other, and two twins who resembled Ron quite a bit shook both my hands. "We're Forge and Gred Weasley." They berkata in unison as if they had used this line millions of times before. Another boy clapped me on the back. "I'm Dean Thomas."
More people introduced themselves to me. The Gryffindor meja was full of chater, until McGonagall shouted. "SILENCE." Even after that, people still chatered quietly among their neighbors. Harry handed me a grey kaus kaki filled with butter. I stared at him. "What's this for?" I asked.
"A mentega sock." He grinned. "Great to hit annoying people with and self defence from people such as Malfoy. Thought anda might need it after the train."
"Is Malfoy the blond guy?" I asked.
Ron nodded. "The toddler that walked away with candy. Yep."
Everyone around us burst out laughing. It was only then did I realize they heard what we said. "How'd that happen?" One of the Weasley twins asked.
I began to answer, but Hermione shook my shoulder. Shhh. She pointed at the headmaster, Dumbledore, who stood up and was clanging his spoon on his goblet. It had great effect, as the whole Great Hall went dead silent. He stood up. "Now, we continue with sorting, I would like to say a word. And that is ... fulbergaster. Thank you."
I got this off another website, check it out:
How do anda know you're taking Harry Potter too seriously?
Your computer says "You've Got Mail" and anda run outside looking for an owl.
anda ask for a sapu for Christmas.
anda sort everyone anda meet into the four Hogwarts houses.
anda went out and bought the latest edition of the Webster's Dictionary because they added the word "muggle".
anda were burned trying to get through the flames of your fireplace.
anda were kicked out of the movie theater for standing on your chair, throwing your shoe at the screen and yelling "THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IN THE BOOK!"
How do anda know you're taking Harry Potter too seriously?
Your computer says "You've Got Mail" and anda run outside looking for an owl.
anda ask for a sapu for Christmas.
anda sort everyone anda meet into the four Hogwarts houses.
anda went out and bought the latest edition of the Webster's Dictionary because they added the word "muggle".
anda were burned trying to get through the flames of your fireplace.
anda were kicked out of the movie theater for standing on your chair, throwing your shoe at the screen and yelling "THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IN THE BOOK!"
plese gabung hartclan for chance at deputy and 2 props..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Severus Snape was, in fact The Bravest Man I Ever Knew. "Albus Severus, anda were named for two headmasters at Hogwarts, one of them was a Slytherin. And he was, probably, the bravest man I ever knew." Severus Snape fought for what was right. "A true wizard on the inside. Not afraid of what he had to do" "Long yang lalu I had a teacher. A sallow skinned Slytherin with long black hair. I hated him and he seemed to hate me too. Though I branded him a coward, he was, in fact, the bravest man I ever knew."
So, I say, to Severus Snape, 'You were the Bravest Man I Ever Knew. Long live Snape! He was "a true wizard on the inside."'
To Snape!
So, I say, to Severus Snape, 'You were the Bravest Man I Ever Knew. Long live Snape! He was "a true wizard on the inside."'
To Snape!