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003: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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A woman in green robes came through the door, hands clasped in front of them, a black witches hat upon her head, glasses on her nose.

"First years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

"Thank you. I shall take them from here."

She lead them through the doors, across a gigantic hallway with rich carpets, more torches to light it, and large hour-glasses on their left. On the right, were stairs heading off in all directions. But, they didn't go that way. Instead, they made their way across the hall, and through yet another set of giant double doors, which lead to a longer room, lined with a carpet, with four suits of armor on either side. 

She stopped in front of the large doors on the far side of the gigantic hallway, where they could hear the sound of the rest of the students, all talking and laughing. Marilyn wasn't sure if it was anxiety of excitement in her stomach. God, she was sick of that.

"In just a moment, you will join your classmates, but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses." The witch informed them. "This is important, because during your time here at Hogwarts your house will be like your family. You will take classes with your fellow house-mates, sleep in your house dormitories, and spend your free time in the house common room. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You will help your house, as your house helps you. Your good deeds will earn you house points, while your rule-breaking will lose you points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the House Cup - a great honour. And I hope that you will all do your houses proud during your time at Hogwarts. The ceremony will begin shortly in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you smarten yourselves up while your wait."

Her eyes fell on Goyle's ripped robes, and Marilyn was glad she was so scared of this test, or she would have laughed. 

AS she left, her words sunk in. A test? In front of the school? What the hell type of a test would it be?

She looked around for help, Hermione's arm now unlooped from hers, as she listed spells on her fingers, but all the rest of the children around her seemed just as nervous as her, which made it worse. No one knew what this test was? Not even Ron? She didn't know any magic - all she'd seen of someone doing magic was a wizard making her table float - how could she know anything?

But before she could ask anyone, a loud scream was heard behind her, followed by more, and she turned to see what was happening, only for her stomach to drop.

Floating out of the ground and up to meet them were pearly white people - only she could see through them. The only thing she could think of were ghosts. They had to have been.

Ghosts? Could ghosts really be real? She never really believed in ghosts, but she never really didn't believe in ghosts, either. She always thought that if someone got possessed in front of her, she'd accept it, and believe in them. But until then, who cared?

But now, they were floating in front of her, chatting as if this were perfectly normal, though a lot of the other students had gone pale. 

"Oh!" One of them, a rather large monk, looked at them. "Who are all you? What are you doing out here?"

No one said a word, to petrified.

"W-we're first years, sir." Wendy's voice said, though it was much higher than before. 

"Oh - of course! Start of term, how could I forget!" He chuckled. "Getting really for the sorting, hm? Well, hope you're in Hufflepuff. That was my old house, you know."