The White Phoenix [HP FanFic] (On Hold)

Part 4

Disclaimer: I do not own Eva, belongs to WeasleyandPotter4eva, Adara, belongs to mrsgeorgeweasley, Cassie, belongs to Hot_Cupcake735, Tony Donahue and Karissa Noll belongs to tinytwister and Fallon belongs to 4TheLuvOfHorses. I only own Phoenix, Arabell and maybe more to come (:

4.

            “HUFFLEPUFF!” I heard the hat shout out in a loud roar as I heard the table farthest to the right—my right—stand up and start cheering. I smiled as I looked in the direction of the table to see students of all ages standing up with black and yellow robes on. I grimaced at the yellow, it wasn’t my favorite color, but I suppose it would have to do. I looked around the other tables to see the Gryffindor and Slytherin table slouch slightly at the call before I placed the hat down on the stool and started to make my way towards the table. I glanced over and caught the eye of Dumbledore, whose eyes were still tinkling, but he had a somewhat shocked expression etched on his face. But it soon disappeared as he smiled down at me; I shot him a smirk back. I could only wonder what was going through that old man’s head.

I started towards the table that I hadn’t even noticed that my clothes had magically changed into that of the Hufflepuff uniform. I now had on a white long sleeve button up blouse, with a grey pleated skirt, a black and yellow tie with what appeared to be the Hufflepuff crest on it, and what looked like to be a badger. I even had on a long black robe, the interior of the garment yellow as I walked towards the rambunctious table and soon I was being greeted from every direction. I wasn’t entirely sure who was talking all I heard were a bunch of “Hey” “Welcome to Hufflepuff” “Another Hufflepuff” “Nice to meet you” and so on.

The next thing I know is everyone is quieting down and soon I was being pulled into a seat next to a dark headed boy. I quirked up my eyebrows as I looked over to see a boy on my left smiling over at me, his midnight cropped hair spiked up in the front which brought out his bright baby blue eyes, a large smile planted on his tanned skin and chiseled face. He was fairly cute, however I was paying attention much to his face more son on the fact his hand was still around my wrist. My eyes narrowed on his hand, “Could you let go of my hand?” I asked, a harshness returning to my voice somewhat, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t much for boys touching me; it always reminded me of the boys at my private schools, they were always too friendly.

“Oh sorry!” He exclaimed quickly as he opened his mouth about to say something when Dumbledore’s loud voice broke through the, now, loud chattering of the Great Hall among the students. I turned my attention towards Dumbledore; he was now standing before all of them, next to a large podium greatly carved with what looked to be a Phoenix in the front.

“Well, welcome to all our newcomers! A greatly appreciated welcome to our new seventh year, Phoenix Quill,” I glared at Dumbledore as he looked over in my direction, he knew I hated the attention on me and with each time he talked it seemed as if he placed more and more attention on me. “I’m sure all of you will welcome her with open arms, she is a bright young student and I’m sure will feel right at home here.” Dumbledore replied as his eyes twinkled and his beaming smile stayed on his lips, he lowered his outstretch hands now as he looked at the rest of the student body, “And welcome back to our old students! There is time for speech making, but this is not it. Tuck in!”

There was a loud, appreciated laugh that echoed around the hall before and outbreak of applause roared around the room as Dumbledore went back and sat down at his seat, throwing his long beard over his shoulders as food suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I quirked my eyebrows up as I looked down to see large amounts of food sitting on plates staring in front of me, my eyes widened suddenly. How the bloody hell that appeared in just a second would never make any sense, all I knew was that it smelt heavenly. I looked around to see the five tables were covered with large plates and dishes of vegetables, bread, sauces, and flagons of what looked to be an orange juice. “It’s called pumpkin juice if you’re wondering,” I heard a light, joyful voice say next to me as I whipped my head around to see a girl with dark brown hair falling just below her shoulder, red lowlights and what seemed to be violet eyes with pinkish hues—I did not question this, I mean for all I knew there could be mer-people. She was a beautiful girl with a sun kissed complexion and a curvy figure.