The Truth About Wizards ;; ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ

Classes?

"Slytherin?" James asked curiously as he smiled at the girl, desperate not to scare her.

The girls eyes flittered over to the slytherin table where Regulus Black was being forced to keep his seat by the iron fist that warranted his shoulder; Walbager Black.

"Yeah," she said smirking proudly at the pride of lions in front of her, she was clutching Harry's hand ready to move as she was judged once more.

All the past slytherins eyes were on here, how could she so friendly with the Gryffindors they're trained to hate each other what was it that changed in their years that they couldn't accomplish.

"That's so cool!" Euphimia and Frank spoke in unison the former grabbing onto the girls arm and managing to manoeuvre next to her a wide smile on her face; " I was a slytherin too, Godric I can't wait to see what you do!"

Later, all of the first years are sorted in their houses, all of the students were talking to each other. Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students,his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than tosee them all there. 

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we beginour banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit!Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"Thank you!"He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Abigail didn't knowwhether to laugh or not.

From the aerial view of the Great Hall, food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter. Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in. Ron stuffs his face.

"I'm half-and-half," said Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tellhim she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shockfor him."The others laughed.

Neville laughs. Harry is sitting next to Percy. He leans over. "Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" He whispered,
"Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house."

"Slimy-slime-face is a professor!" James and Sirius shrieked suddenly sounding a lot like moaning myrtle.

"Unfortunately," Abigail dragged out purposefully all of the future generation laughing at her impression.

"What's he teach?"
"Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years."

Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghost, called Sir Nicolas, pops out. "Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor." The ghost announces, grinning at the boy. Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along.

"I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me about you-- you're Nearly Headless Nick!""I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy --" the ghost beganstiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted."Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?"Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn'tgoing at all the way he wanted. 

"NoooooOoOoo!" The whole of the Gryffindor table shouted out hands in their hair. "I hate it when the first years say that," Remus muttered.

"Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So - new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable - he's the Slytherin ghost."