Emma [On hold]

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“Emma, you’re going to be late for your own sorting ceremony.” Professor Cura called into her room, knocking on the door.

“I’m just doing my hair,” Emma yelled. She laughed to herself, wondering how her hair looked. Apparently it was black and glossy, but knowing what neither of these looked like, Emma hoped it looked nice, considering it felt nice.

Emma wasn’t sure what to think of Professor Cura. He was polite and kind, but he lacked something. He wasn’t very interesting. He spoke in a monotone. He was a very two-dimensional person in Emma’s opinion. She wondered if he was just good at hiding his feelings, or if he really was as boring as he seemed.

“I’m ready!” she grinned, opening the door.

“I need to fix your collar.” Cura said, and Emma felt his hands reach over and heard the sound of skin on fabric as he adjusted it. “Let’s go to the Great Hall.”

After about three steps, Emma was feeling decidedly lazy.

“Wait, so if I fall down the stairs, I get transported to the Great Hall automatically?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Alright then,” Emma smiled, grabbing onto the handrail. “See you there.” She flung herself over the edge and after a falling sensation; she was in the middle of the hall. The trouble was that she didn’t know whereabouts she was inside the huge Great Hall. “Well, I did not think that one through.” She said to herself, whilst hundreds of voices were talking all around her.

Emma was nervous; her heart started racing; she honestly did not know what to do. She was knocked to the ground as someone ran into her.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” said a frantic boy’s voice. “Do you need a hand?” Emma awkwardly offered her hand out, not being entirely sure which direction the boy was in. “Are you lost?”

“Utterly. Can you help me?” Emma asked.

“Of course!” Emma could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m Bill Weasley by the way; I’m in my sixth year.”

“Oh, I’m Emma Young, first year.”

“How exactly did you get lost?” Bill asked.

“I, umm, fell off the stairs and was teleported to here.” She said, twisting the truth to make herself sound like a victim rather than an idiot. “I can’t find my way back because I’m blind.” She said the last part as though it were nothing important.

“Bloody hell! Really?” Bill said. “Here, I’ll take you to the group.”

“Thanks so much.” Emma said as she was pulled along.

“Don’t mention it.” Bill grinned at Emma. “I’ve got a brother starting in your year, Percy Weasley.”

“What house are you in?”

“Gryffindor, house of the brave.” Bill said.

“Well, looks like I’m not a Gryffindor then.” Emma said to herself.

“There you are Emma!” Professor Cura’s voice boomed across the entrance hall and everyone was sent staring. “Thank you, Weasley. Off you go.”

“See you around Em.”

 “Bye,” She called back as she felt Cura’s hands on her shoulders. He began to steer her towards the group of first years waiting to be sorted.

“You, boy.” Cura snapped, “She’s blind, look after her.” 

She heard him walk away and sighed.