Hagrid Plus Dementors..

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Katrice's POV

As soon as my quidditch memories ended, I looked ahead to see a woman wearing a pointed witch hat in nice, neat robes. Her facial features seemed kind yet strict. Professor Mcgonagall. Right as my eyes landed on her, another memory started playing. What's with me and these constant memories exactly, I don't know.

Everyone in the same year as me lined up next to a small podium/stage. I watched as others in front of me were sorted into their houses, known as gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw, and slytherin.

As I went up, I was slightly anxious and couldn't move an inch,  but worked up the nerve to just go over and sit down on that stool. Professor Mcgonagall placed a worn out hat on my head, which I could tell was called the sorting hat considering everyone kept whispering 'wow.. The sorting hat didn't sort in as much gryffindors as last year' or 'I hope the sorting hat puts me in ravenclaw' etcetera, etcetera.

I could smell the dust from the hat as it was placed on my head. The sorting hat had started to say something and all the tiny excited whispers died down as they wanted to find out which house everyone was sorted into.

"Mm.. I see a hate for someone.. But I also see a light inside of you. I say.. GRYFFINDOR!" I smiled with pleasure and walked off as I gently took the hat off and made my way to the gryffindor table with my random assortment of things.

As I waited for the others to get sorted, I saw Lina up on the stage. Wow, can't believe my future best friend was right behind me.

"Oooh.. Quite a caring and hardworking girl, aren't you.. You also have a knack for being lazy at times in your life as well. Hufflepuff would be an excellent place for you, though you are brave enough to show everyone your true self.. Hmm.. I got it, GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat yelled. The gryffindor table erupted in cheers once again. Although, now in the present she is in hufflepuff. I'm sure the hufflepuff table would have reacted the same way the gryffindor table did.

The cheers died down as Karson came on. Geez, all my friends were behind me. I can be so blind sometimes.

Karson didn't seem nervous at all. He walked calmly towards the stool and sat down, graciously awaiting the sorting hat. It was then when Professor Mcgonagall quickly whispered something in Karson's ear. No one else seemed to notice except for me and Lina. Yes, I looked over to Lina and saw that she had a confused face as well. I guess considering we have the abilities of seekers, only we and other students with the seeking ability were able to see it. That's when Karson started to act nervous. Such a sudden change of character surprised me.

"You're a very difficult one aren't you.. Though, gryffindor is not the place for you. That I can tell. You can be quite intelligent, and you do care for your loved ones. But the thing you want most is respect from others, and you come from a long line of purebloods. I must say.. SLYTHERIN!" The slytherin table didn't do much. They saw Karson walking down with a wobble in each step, fiddling with his fingers. They all thought that he's a wimpy wizard with no talent and that he doesn't deserve to be put in slytherin.

Next up was Iris of course. She had that same blank expression from when we first properly greeted each other. She walked up quite confidently, but seemed bored about the situation.

"Ahh.. Alas, another difficult one. You have a very brave soul. Though you may seem blunt at times, you care about others. Looks like whenever someone upsets you, they'll be having a very bad time. A very cunning and sly person, too. Full of smarts you are. Superior in every subject. I got it, this house is perfect for you. RAVENCLAW!" The ravenclaw table cheered as Iris gave the sorting hat back to Professor Mcgonagall and headed to the long table decorated with blue and bronze.

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