The New Student is a Year Four ☆•*: . | Neville Longbottom Fanfiction

Chapter Three - Houses

After Neville left I was left feeling a bit weird. It's strange since I've never felt like this before. I mean, it can't be another crush, right? None of the crushes have felt this way. Maybe I shouldn't think about it.

I smile. "So, how does this school work? Is it hard to get around?"

"It's not difficult to find your classes. I think the worst part is getting to our common rooms in our Houses. The stairs are just painful to get through," Hermione says.

"Houses?" I tilt my head.

"Oh, I forgot. You have to get sorted into your House with the rest of the first years," Says Ron.

"There's a total of four Houses, each of them color coded," Says Harry. "Gryffindor is red, Hufflepuff is yellow, Ravenclaw is blue, and Slytherin is green. The three of us are in Gryffindor."

So that means I'll have to get sorted with a bunch of eleven year olds...great. On the side, it's better if I get Gryffindor since I already met all of them. I wonder if Neville is in another House. Should I ask? No. But I'm so curious.

"Are you nervous to get sorted on your own?" Ron asks.

"What? Oh no. I'm...okay," I say, but it's obvious I'm lying.

To be honest, it does make me nervous since I'm obviously gonna stand out from all of the kids. But they don't need to know that.

"Don't worry. It won't matter what house you're in, we're still friends," Harry says.

"Friends?" The words make my stomach turn in a way that feels exciting. There is a silence before Hermione answers.

"Well, yeah. We're friends now."

My first ever friends. I'm so happy right now I wish this moment could last forever.

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The boat swaying over the moonlit water makes some of the kids nauseous. I suck in a breath as the castle comes to view, it's beautiful. But the closer we get, my nerves increase. I'm even more nervous than when it was my first day at Beauxbatons.

"It'll be fine," I hear Hermione say, she reaches over and puts her hand over mine to make it stop shaking. "You'll do great." She smiles.

"I hope so," I smile nervously.

We get to the shore and step out of the boat. I know I have said this a lot but I still can't believe this is happening. I'm aware of every step I'm taking which makes me walk unevenly. I follow all of the students to wherever we're supposed to go.

As we reach a tall, wooden door, a woman in deep green robes appears in front of us, her beauty aged by years. She presents herself as Professor McGonagall, which I remember from my letter, and welcomes us to the school. She makes all of the students go in the Grand Hall, except the first years. Then, she does something that makes me want to crawl in a hole and never come back.

"Miss Evergreen, you must stay behind with the rest of the first years to be sorted into your house," She says, smiling sweetly.

I smile nervously, "Yes ma'am."

Absolutely not.

Maybe attending to this school was a bad idea. Maybe I should just pretend that I'm sick so I can get sorted another time. I mean, it's not a big deal right? There must be a way I can escape this. There's a window over there. What are the chances I jump out and survive? No. Then there will be even more attention on me and the students are going to see me unconscious. Ew. That's embarrassing. That reminds me of one time on my birthday when my hair got stuck in a- wait, my hair. I subconsciously touch the brown strands that meet at my shoulders. Does it look good? Is it messed up? Oh I can't have messed up hair in my-

Then I realize my breaths are becoming heavier by the second. Asphodel, calm down. You'll be fine. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to not trip or embarrass myself. I can't mess this up because then maybe in a year or two I'll be laying in my bed at night, deep in thought, when this memory comes up and I'll be flooded with embarrassment and then I won't be able to sleep ever-

I mentally slap myself. I'm rambling again. Come on, I can do this. I can do this. I can-

"Please welcome our first years!" A deep voice sings through the other side. The massive doors suddenly open and I'm in complete utter shock by how many eyes are staring. I'm frozen. I can't move. The first years stick in a group and start to walk in front of me. I need to move. I have to move. So, despite myself, I force my feet to proceed. "And please welcome,"—oh no please don't do this to me right now—"our student that will be joining us this year, Asphodel Evergreen."

Nope. I can't do this.

But even if my mind is thinking of running out the door, I walk in, trying to use up the last bits of confidence that are left in me.

THIS IS SO BAD AND IT TOOK SO LONG BRO 💀

Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Mwah 💋

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