Famous And A Witch. {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter Four; Hogwarts and Sorting.

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Chapter Four; Hogwarts and Sorting.

I and Ginny, my new best friend even if she is the year below, jumped off the train. She told me to leave my ‘trunk’ bag on the train as some magical way our trunks appeared in our dorms once we enter Hogwarts. She said that she wants me in Gryffindor so we’re in the same house but we both agreed no matter which house I’m in we’ll be friends, even if it means we’ll have to be ‘secret’ friends.

In the middle of the train journey Hermione, Ron and Harry had to go find their own carriage, I’m guessing it’s so they can plan beating Voldermort without anyone being nosey. I don’t mind them leaving because yes I was trust worthy but its better to be safe then sorry, ‘because you never know who’s with Voldermort or who’s not.

On the way to Hogwarts we went on a carriage which seemed to be pulling itself, well this is Hogwarts a magic school so anything can happen right? I rode on a carriage with Ginny, Ron and Hermione. Somehow on the train Ron and Hermione lost Harry and couldn’t find him. So we decided to carry on to the school without him, Ginny did feel a little guilty but she did seem to have a soft spot for Harry.

The others went to sit in the great hall but told me to wait outside for some old hag, I mean professor. My bad. I leaned against the wall by the staircase were I was told to wait; I had a leg propped up against the wall. I put my hand into my jeans pockets to have a look what was in there, you know when you haven’t worn a pair of jeans in ages and then find the oddest of items in your pockets. I ended up finding half a packet of juicy fruit gum, tissue, a sharpie and a water balloon for some odd reason? I shook my head and put it back in my pocket, I saw many people entering the great hall. All wearing their Hogwarts approved uniform. Oh the train after putting on my uniform I decided against it and made my own up. I was wearing my trade mark worn-torn jeans, a shirt which was unbuttoned to show my black vest, black round toed six inch heels which I would regret wearing later and I loosely done my tie around my neck. Well I was classed as the bad girl solo artist so why can’t I dress like one?

After the point of losing the will to live waiting for the first years the suddenly appeared in front of me with an older lady who looked like a muggle witch, you know the wicked witch of the west type characters? She was sorting the first years out and didn’t notice me until the first years started to look at me in a weary manor, am I really that scary?

She gasped when she saw me; I waved at her while she shook her head when she looked at my ‘uniform’. She smiled a wiry smile and said softly like a mother would to a small child. “You must be Athena going into sixth year?”

I nod and put my fingers up into a shape of a gun. I mimicked to shot. “Bang right in the kisser.”

The old witch raised an eyebrow but soon dismissed it. She spoke to the first years about something doing with a hat or something. Really I wasn’t listening I was trying to see how large I could blow a bubble with my life long gum which I found in my jeans. The large wooden doors opened to the great hall as I was blowing a bubble but soon popped as I gasped at the design of the building. Call me a geek but it was amazing and I’ve been to a lot of beautiful and amazing places but this topped it all.

As we walked towards the front of the great hall I heard gasps and whispers about me, some rude and common people even pointed. But then I would too. I walked past a girl who said to her friend about liking my shoes so when I pasted her I signaled to my shoes and winked at her. She blushed a tiny bit, yes I can even make girls blush and I don’t even play for that team. Gosh that’s a talent!

The old witch, who now I have discovered her name was Mc-something or other but I heard her first name which shortened down to Minnie so that was what I was going to call her for the rest of her days, walked towards an old looking stool with a old leather hat placed on it. Ginny told me on the train ride here that they call your name then place the ‘sorting hat’ on your head then it chooses which house most like you to be placed in.