The Finder That Couldn't Be Found

Chapter 2: Insulted by a Hat

They disembarked the train and Lily and Maya pointed Logan to the boats the first years were boarding. She had to stay with them instead of the other fifth years so that she could be sorted. Lily had informed her of this because she was a prefect.

"See you at the feast!" Lily called.

"Yeah, and you better be a Gryffind- ow Lily, I was just joking!" Maya exclaimed. Logan smiled at waved at the two as they disappeared from her view. They were taken away in carriages pulled by some sort of invisible force. Logan watched one such carriage leave before hearing a familiar annoying voice.

"Well look who it is."

Logan turned around to see the marauders standing behind her. Remus gave a little awkward wave.

"What do you want Black?"

"Oh, on a last name basis now, are we?" Sirius asked, pretending to be hurt.

Logan narrowed her eyes, "You hurt my book."

"So?"

"You hurt my book, I hurt you, understood?!"

"Definitely not a Huffelpuff." James mumbled.

"I heard that!"

The crown of first years began to leave so Logan turned around and followed them. When she climbed into the boat with the little eleven year olds, they looked at her strangely.

"Hi."

The three others in the boat turned around. Once even squeaked and nearly toppled over the edge. Logan's eyes widened and she decided that she better sit quietly. When the castle came into view she gasped. It was a magnificent sight to behold with its soft glowing lanterns, stone brick patterns, stained glass windows and spiraling towers. It was absolutely breathtaking. Logan almost didn't even realize when the boats had stopped moving because she was so busy admiring the sight.

"Excuse me?" A first year girl squeaked.

"Yes?"

"We're going..."

Logan turned to see the other eleven year olds gathered on the shore.

"Oh, right, thanks!"

She climbed out of the boat and walked up the stairs to the castle where an stern but gentle looking woman stood, observing the students awaiting their destiny.

"Good evening." She began, "My name is Professor McGonagall. In a few brief moments, the Sorting will start. Please have patience."

A few people whispered in anticipation of the ceremony that was soon to take place. Logan anxiously shifted her weight from foot to foot, her fingers playing with her sparrow necklace, a nervous habit of hers. After what seemed like an eternity, the double oak doors finally opened to reveal a large hall full of students divided into four section. There was a red table, blue table, green, and a yellow one. At the head of the room was the table for the professors and a podium for the headmaster to make speeches. The sky revealed the night sky and Logan looked up at it in wonder. Constellations were spread out across the ceiling and Logan was once again so caught up in the view she almost tripped over a first year.