Hidden Talent

Chapter: 09

When Jack got off the train he left all his things on it including Dragon and his Wu, he got on a carriage with Neville. The ride was much too bumpy for Jack's taste, but luckily the trip was short, the fake that it was a seemingly horseless carriage slightly impressed the Goth, making up for the uncomfortable ride. Upon stepping out of the carriage they got a good look at a group of white horses with wings, pulling a red and gold carriage through the air; flying towards the castle. "Pegasus.." the Goth muttered in awe, cranking his neck in an weird position to get an even better look.

Hearing a thundering sound crashing water the two quickly swerved around to looking towards the lake just as a large, old-fashioned ship, almost like a pirate-ship, rising out of the deep waters. "Does this happen every year?" the small teen asked, turning to look at the nervous one.

"N-no. But something stranger a-always happens at least once a year." Neville stats, staring at the ship.

"Jack Spicer?! Mr. Spicer!?" a shrill voice yelled; startling the two teens and others around them. They turned to see an old witch in a green robe and pointed hat. She had a stern face and didn't look at all friendly or welcoming to Jack.

The small redhead slowly made his way over to her hesitantly "Yes, Mrs?".

"Jack Spicer?" she asked as he came to a stop in font of her. The albino answered with a nervous node.

"Good evening, Mr. Spicer. I am Professor McGonagall. This way, you'll be sorted with the First-years. Follow me." she said before walking off towards where everyone else had headed off to before she had yelled for him. Glancing back, Jack gave a short wave to Neville before scurrying after her into the castle.

She came to a stop in front of a bunch of small children, about 11 years old who were standing before a large pair of wooden doors.

Jack hung-back, standing slightly away from the cluster of chatting kids, it was bad enough to being new, but to be sorted with a bunch of kids? Great...

"Quiet! Good, now when the doors open, I want you to come-in silently in a line of two. Then wait in a group at the front of the hall and wait for instruction." McGonagall stated before leaving; walking through the large doors.

A couple of moments later the doors opened slowly in for dramatic effect which Jack rolled his eyes at before the group did as they were told; walked through the doors in to the Great-hall. Professor McGonagall was standing next to a stool at the head of the hall. The stool had a dirty old hat sat on top.

"When I call your name, you will come up and sit on the stool. I will then place the sorting-hat upon your head and you will be sorted into your houses" she stated sternly without room for argument before she began reading out the names.

Jack was happy his name was going to be one of the last one's to be read-out. He had read about the sorting-hat in 'Hogwarts a History' and didn't like the idea of it having a rummage around in his thoughts and memories. But she completely skipped him, but he new she had not forgotten about him, after-all it was heard not to notice him; he was nearly a head-taller than the first-year's!

After all the first-years were sorted an old-man with a long beard stood-up from behind the teachers table, Jack suspected he was the guy was Headmaster Dumbledore he had read about, seeing as he was in the middle of the teachers-table and his chair was the tallest.

"Now all the first-years have been sorted, I would like to announce we have a new student who will be starting with our fourth-years. It is a great pleaser to introduces to you; Mr. Jack Spicer!"

As soon as the words left the headmasters mouth the hall was alive with whispers.

Jack skittishly made his way up to McGonagall and sat on the old stool, before the hat was placed on his head.

'Well this is interesting' a voice said in the back of the Goths head making him yelp, which he scolded himself for; he should have been expecting that.'Well your defiantly not going Gryffindor' the voice came again.

'Hay! I know what your implying! And I'm not a wimp!' Jack yelled in his head at the voice, knowing it was saying he was a coward.

'Wait! What's this?! You've met Chase Young and Hannible Roy Bean!?!? When did they come back!?!?!?'

'Weelll~ Chase showed up about a year back and the Bean-from-Hell came about half a year-ago, he only wants the Shen-Gong-Wu so he can take over the world'

'WHAT?!?!'

'Oh stop over reacting you old moth-collector. The Bean wants the world and Chase isn't gonna just hand it over is he? So stop worrying, Chase can kick that stupid-fruit-wannabe's ass!'

'And what of Chase Young the immortal Dragon Lord?'

'He's hanging around' the Goth thought with a dreamy look on his face 'Umm... Shouldn't you be sorting me?'

'Yes, yes. Now lets see. Not brave enough for Griffindor, not cunning or even evil enough for Slytherin.'

'A couple of months back I would of yelled at you for that'

'And after seeing your memories I know your not loyal or trust worthy to be in Hufflepuff-'

'Oh, Come On! I only betrayed those Xiaolin losers! And they've been picking on me for almost four years!'

'I'm not even going to respect that comment with an explanation to why they were 'picking on you' as you so plainly put it. Anyway seeing as your hard working(when your interested) and a genius, I'll put you in-'

"Ravenclaw!!!"