Tonks | Harry Potter | Ron Weasley

Chapter Nine- The Sorting

They approached the Gryffindor table, finding a seat near Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor house ghost.

"Good day," Nick said.

Harry sighed. "Says who? I just hope they hurry up with the sorting."

Circe placed her chin onto her hand, closing her eyes for a moment. They hadn't seen a sorting ceremony since their own, first year, due to... numerous... accidents. And honestly, she was with Harry, she wanted to speed right through the process to dinner.

"Where's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione asked.

Circe grimaced, opening her eyes and looking up to the teachers table. Hermione was right, the seat that had sat three different teachers since they had been in school, was empty.

"Maybe they couldn't find anyone," Hermione cried out, too much worry in her voice.

"It's just a professor," Circe grumbled.

Just then, the doors to the Great Hall burst open, and in walked McGonagall, all of the first years crowded behind her, dripping wet from the storm outside.

Circe walked into the Great Hall, following closely behind Professor McGonagall, Ron at her side. She grinned at him, a pep in her step.

"I better get in Gryffindor," Ron mumbled, glancing to the side at his older brothers at the table.

Circe rolled her eyes. "You will, I'm sure of it. I want any of them... just not Slytherin."

"I know," Ron said. "I hope you get in Gryffindor, because otherwise we won't have most classes together."

Harry Potter, the new kid they met on the train, furrowed his brow at Circe. "What's wrong with Slytherin?"

"Well, Draco's going to be in Slytherin," she mumbled.

"That's really all you need to know it's rotten," Ron added. "The nastiest and most evil wizards go to Slytherin."

"That can't be true," Harry said.

"Oh, it is," Ron said.

Circe narrowed her eyes at him. "My mum was in Slytherin," she huffed.

"And does that change your opinions?" Ron asked.

"Well, no..." Circe said, remembering that her older sister was the first descendant of the Black line that wasn't in Slytherin.

"Ahem!" Dumbledore cleared his throat before them.

The three shut up, turning to watch as the sorting ceremony begun.

The first girl, Hannah Abbot, stepped forward.

Circe had been waiting for this day ever since her own sister had told her about it. About the thrill of finding out your house, finding out what you were going to become some day. She remembered how proud her parents had been of Dora for getting Hufflepuff.

"Hufflepuff!" The hat announced.

Circe was bouncing on her feet as the rest of their age group went.

Quickly, most of those that she knew were sorted into Gryffindor. Hermione Granger–the girl who had told Ron his spell was crap, Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas–whom they had met on the train, Neville Longbottom–the boy with the frog, and finally Harry Potter–the boy who lived. And of course, Draco had already been sorted into Slytherin.