Part 13, the sorting

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Harry's POV

The girl in the glittering jumpsuit, the two black-haired boys, and a blond boy and girl walked into the great hall. the two girls were the ones who came through the water orb thingy. I had no intention of trusting the group who killed a dog the size of a tank, lost a gallon of blood, and came out unharmed. the blond girl held hands with one of the black-haired boys. Dumbledore stood at his podium before he summoned the food for dinner

"Thank you for joining us! I have just been alerted to a new enemy that threatens this school. this group here has fought this threat before and is willing to help us fight them. We need to decide which house they shall belong in" He pulled out his wand and summoned the sorting hat. he placed it on the blond boy's head

"Hufflepuff!" it shouted. he gave the hat to one of the black-haired kids as the Hufflepuff table exploded into cheers

"Gryffindor!" it shouted. my table roared. he gave it to the blond girl

"Gryffindor!" we cheered again. she passed it to the other black-haired boy

"Gryffindor! just get me off his head!" the hat squeaked. we kept cheering. he passed it to the last girl, the one in the jumpsuit

"Oh, a challenge? you like to trick your enemy, Slytherin?" the Slytherin table cheered "No, you care too much for your twin. Hufflepuff maybe?" the Hufflepuff table cheered "No, you're too smart. Ravenclaw?" the Ravenclaw table cheered "You fought an immortal being, had no intention of surviving, made it through that, and just woke up from a THREE YEAR SLEEP?! Gryffindor!" it finally hollered. she plunked herself down between one of the black-haired boys and me. She was stunningly pretty.

"On a more positive note, we will be hosting the yule ball when our guests arrive. the goblet has already chosen its champions. let the feast begin!" he waved his hands. the black-haired girl wasted no time loading her plate with everything in front of her and practically inhaling it before nibbling on a chicken wing.

"The sorting hat said you just woke up from a three-year sleep, uh..." I didn't know her name. she put down the chicken wing

"My name is Ariana. the hat was right. I did just wake up. I got really badly hurt and needed to heal. what's your name?"

"Harry Potter" I expected a more dramatic reaction from her. most people in the magical community start gasping. she had a blank face

"Funny. I knew a fish named Harry once. he got eaten by a hammerhead shark." she finished her fourth chicken wing before Ron finished his first. 

"Did you live underwater or something? how did you have a personal relationship with a fish?" Hermione asked

"I did live underwater! how did you know?" she grinned madly, then took a serving of carrots.

"Whaat?" We all asked

Hermione's POV

I thought the girl Ariana was strange when she fit the description for all the houses. Then she could put away food faster than Ron, Harry, and I put together. Then she said she lived underwater for her whole life! I got unstoppably curious after that. When dessert rolled around, she looked disappointed 

"Aw, there's no sponge cake?" she moaned. Ron pointed to the sponge cake a little bit closer to her

"It's right there," he said, muffled by his mouthful of whipped cream

"No, I mean cake made of sea sponge. My stepmom made it a lot. it's my favorite! I'll just eat normal sponge cake then." we all had eyes the size of saucers.

Now she was flipping around doing an exercise routine that could win an endurance competition

"What are you doing?" I asked

"My warm-up. If I'm bothering you, I can go to the common room" she stopped backflipping

"That's you're warm-up?"

"Yeah. even now I'm going easy on myself because I got concussed and fought off some vampires. I just wish I was in good enough shape to do my strenuous one!" she kicked an imaginary opponent. The blond girl walked in

"Ariana! you just woke up! what the living hell are you doing?" she said, grabbing Ariana's fast-flying foot.

"Annabeth, I got help from my good old dad and uncles! you're the one with the broken arm." Ariana rolled her eyes and moved to her bed

"You're not gonna change? you just did an exercise routine" I exclaimed

"I cannot change out of this jumpsuit. come here and look if you don't believe me" she said. I walked over. she lifted her hair off the back of her neck. the jumpsuit was connected to her by a series of fading scales that proceeded up her neck

"It grows on you like a second skin?!" I backed up  

"Not really. I put it on, and I just kind of conjoined with it. I can still take it off, it just hurts like the dickens! it could use some cleaning though.." she climbed into bed and drew the curtains, then shrieked in pain. she stepped out wearing a pair of PJs patterned with fish, holding the suit. "I need to wash the monster dust off." she lay it down and slipped into bed, closing the curtains.

"Is she always like that?" I asked Annabeth

"Hyper, not very focused, weird, not knowing anything about social norms? yeah." I shrugged

"She really grew up underwater?"

"Yep. her father is a smidge paranoid because of... A promise they made a while ago." She made a hasty cover-up.

"What promise?"

"I only know a little. madness runs in the family. their first kids caused some destruction, so they promised each other not to have any more kids. her dad and an uncle fell off the bus." she turned away

"Oh." I slid into bed. So, Ariana and her twin are illegal children? wow. talk about a harsh childhood.

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