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━ CHAPTER TWO ━
The great hall like usual is decorated with floating candles and a charmed night sky on the ceiling. Automatically the welcoming and warm environment at Hogwarts puts a smile on my face. Four long tables line the great hall each one representing a different house. At the front of the hall is the high table for all the staff. All around us ghosts fly past getting ready to enjoy the Start-of-Term feast as well.
Lola and I wave goodbye to the two Ravenclaws in our group — Bash and Em — as we walk to the table of badgers in our yellow and black attire. Before the feast, there's the sorting ceremony for all the first years. Shortly after we've all sat down, the doors to the great hall bang open revealing a group of small eleven year olds led by Headmistress McGonagall. Students whisper among themselves as they point out relatives or people they know and try to guess at what house they'll be sorted into.
The sorting hat begins to sing its song bringing me back to when I was an anxious first year. Mum was a Black before she married dad. She was Sirius Black's daughter and like him was sorted into Gryffindor where she was dragged into saving the wizarding world with the boy who lived. Dad was a Hufflepuff through and through. After the events of the Triwizard Tournament, he was in a coma for a whole year before waking up. Dad still wakes up from nightmares here and there, but he's doing a lot better. When I first got my letter to Hogwarts, mum and dad placed a bet on what house I'll be sorted into — Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. As you can tell, dad won the bet. But mum was close, the sorting hat spent five whole minutes debating between the two houses before finally deciding on Hufflepuff.
Lola's elbow nudged my side bringing me out of my thoughts. The sorting ceremony was half way done, but that's not what she wanted to show me. She nods her head towards the table to our right — Ravenclaw — and smirks at Bash who's not even trying to hide the fact that he's staring at the Slytherin table — at Reagan Nott in particular. Reagan Nott's the daughter of Theodore and Polaris Nott. Her and Scorpius Malfoy are cousins (her mum's Draco Malfoy's sister).
I snort at his lovesick puppy look and turn to face Lola who's wiggling her eyebrows. "Classic Bash." I whisper.
Lola chuckles covering her mouth slightly so it doesn't echo through the great hall. "Hey, what happened between you and James when you left to your prefects meeting. He won't stop staring at you." I lift my head to look at the Gryffindor table and sure enough his dark brown eyes are looking right at me. Next to him is Fred Weasley II — his best friend and one-fourth of his quadruple group of pranksters — who's complaining about how boring the sorting ceremony is and more importantly how hungry he is. None of it seems to register with Potter who ignores him and winks at me instead. Rolling my eyes, I let them wander the table of the brave spotting the many Weasleys and their bright red hair. In addition to Fred, there's his sister Roxanne, Rose Granger-Weasley (Hermione and Ron's daughter), and Lily Potter II — the best and my favorite Potter.
