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ophelia stepped off the train with her new friends, cho chang and marietta edgecombe. they were kind enough to have her in the train compartment. they practically took ophelia under there wings. the carriages were waiting for all the older students while the first years were called somewhere else. ophelia didn't know where they are off too since technically it was her first year at hogwarts as well. she followed cho and marietta onto the first carriage and turned over her shoulder. she looked back at cedric and his friends. he was busy talking to a blonde boy that also seemed to be a hufflepuff. when she took her eyes off cedric she noticed the boy who she met on the train. bruno. her heart started to flutter, something that only happened when she was around cedric. confusion ran through her busy mind. she wasn't even paying any mind to what marietta and cho were discussing.

"what do you think ophelia?" marietta questioned her, gaining ophelia's attention again. she looked at her two new friends and furrowed her eyebrows. she giggled out of nervousness and moved her eyes back and forth between the two girls.

"i'm sorry i missed that. lost in thought i suppose. could you repeat that marietta?" both girls chuckled lightly at ophelia, making her slightly embarrassed.

"she asked what house might you be sorted in. we thought ravenclaw but after that response we aren't so sure now." both girls laughed but ophelia only grinned a little bit. she knew they were joking, yet it did hurt a little bit.

"oh um, i think i will be a hufflepuff. my father was one. my mum was one. kind of inevitable don't you think?" the girls looked at each other and smiled.

"you'll be a perfect hufflepuff, ambrose!" cho exclaimed. ophelia grinned and turned her head to look at the scenery. "i truly hope so." she thought.
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student filed into the great hall in clusters. once ophelia got in, she stared up at the enchanted ceiling. nothing could compare to the beauty of the night sky. she could see everything. the moon. the stars. while her fathers knack was herbology, she preferred astronomy. something about it just excited her so much that her body tingled. while admiring the ceiling, she followed cho and marietta to sit. they took up a row and talked until everyone was present. suddenly, a man with a large white beard wearing layers of clothes, whom ophelia assumed was the headmaster her father told her about, cleared his throat and began to speak.

"welcome! welcome, to another year at hogwarts," he raised his hands and lowered them to continue his speech, "now i would like to say a few words before we get too befuddled with our sorting ceremony and excellent fest." he paused before continuing his speech. he first introduced the new defense against the dark arts teacher, professor remus lupin. everyone clapped for him as he stood and waved. "at least i'm not the only new one" ophelia thought. the bearded man continued the speech and made it known that rubeus hagrid would be taking the role as teacher for care of magical creatures. everyone clapped as hagrid stood clumsily. ophelia let out a small giggle. the headmaster continued his speech, however, his tone had changed significantly.

"at the request of the ministry of magic, hogwarts will until further notice play host to the dementors of azkaban." ophelia finally put two and two together. the train. it was a dementor. she should have known. perhaps if she didn't zone out in class thinking about astronomy and a particular brunette boy she would know.

"until such a time sirius black is captured, the dementors will be stationed at every entrance of the grounds," the headmaster continued, "a word of caution. do not give them a reason to harm you. it is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving. but you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light." with those finally words, his voice rang through the hall of students. ophelia felt a lump in her throat. at least now she knew she was safer than if she were at beauxbaton.

the headmaster traded places with an older woman. her face was consumed with wrinkles. she worn black robes and a black pointed witches hat. she certainly looked the part for a teacher at a wizards school.

"first years and transfers, please come up to be sorted into your houses." ophelia looked at cho and marietta and gave a nervous smile. she got up from her seat and walked down the row. she felt a sense of panic as she knew everyone was staring at her. everyone including cedric. he could tell from her body language she was nervous. she looked over at him and he motioned for her to relax and breathe. she took a deep breath in as she walked and he smirked at her. by this time, she was upfront with all the first years, anxiously waiting to be sorted.

"alright now," the older professor called out, "transfers first. looks like our only one is...ophelia ambrose." ophelia looked up at the witch before stepping up and sitting on the stool.

"hello dear and welcome to hogwarts. i am minerva mcgonagall, head of gryffindor house. now, let's get you sorted." she placed an old, oversized hat on ophelia's head and to her surprise, the hat began to speak. things like this didn't happen at beauxbaton.

"let me see," the hat started, "another ambrose. i sorted your mother and father. good students the lot of them but you, you are different. brave, yes of course. i see sorrow in your mind. intelligence beyond compare, yet it's not from books. you have drive and are very ambitious. loyal to your very core, kindness being one of your biggest strengths. yes yes, you have qualities that could put you in any house, but where to put you?" the hat stopped and thought for a moment. during this time, ophelia looked at cedric in the sea of students. he looked at her and held his hands up. fingers crossed. he hoped she would be sorted in the same house. the hats voice suddenly came booming again through out the great hall.

"better be...HUFFLEPUFF!!"

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