The whole Hall fell silent. The silence was so deep, Cillian could swear he heard a pin drop. Saphrius's eyes widened, as she slowly removed the Hat.
The little blonde girl sorted into Ravenclaw, Hagrid's goddaughter, started clapping immediately, her hand patted together excitedly. The only sound in the Hall was her clapping. Then, slowly but surely, all the Ravenclaw table joined in. Destiny regained her smile, which had two huge circles of red right above the corners. She got off the stool and started skipping toward the table, but not before taking a nervous glance at Neil.
While the Hall erupted in cheers and Destiny walked to the Ravenclaws, Neil stood up and was about to start arguing (Cillian could tell because of his mouth, which moved but made no words) when Phoenix grabbed his shoulders.
"Neil! Don't make a fool of yourself!" Phoenix hissed. "Sit down, and let her go!" She pulled him back into his seat.
"No," he managed to get out through his gritted teeth. "There must be some mistake--"
Phoenix shoved a powdered cookie into his mouth.
"WHAT THE?!" Cillian exclaimed. "Where did you...?""When Neil's your cousin, you're always prepared." She rolled her eyes as Neil's face relaxed and he crunched on the sugar cookie, but his eyebrows still knitted together.
The sorting went on for about ten more minutes, then, Saphrius took her place at the Staff Table, and McGonagall stood up. She proclaimed the feast, BEGUN, and piles of food appeared along the house tablecloths. Everyone started to dig in, except for Neil, who kept chancing glances behind his shoulder at the Ravenclaws.
After about twenty minutes, Cillian put his fork down and stared at Neil."What?" Neil asked innocently.
"You're driving me crazy, Neil! Will you stop looking behind you? Last time you spilled a glass of milk on my rice! You're obsessed! Why are you so protective?!"
"Pfft! I'm not obsessively protective!" He snorted.
"Neil." Phoenix joined in. When the attention was on him for a split second, Neil stared back at the blue and bronze table.
"Neil!"
"I just can't wrap my head around it! Why would she get sorted anywhere BUT Gryffindor?!"
"Maybe she didn't want to be in Gryffindor. Did you ever think of that?"
"No!" He crossed his arm on the table and dropped his face in them.
Phoenix groaned. "Neil?" She said, taking a drumstick from off her plate and waving it in front of his arm. "Food!"
He licked his head up, sniffed the chicken, and grabbed it out of her hands. He started chewing, but obviously not contented.
The feast ended, and just before everyone left, Saphrius stood up and called out to all of them.
"Wait! Before you all go to your chambers, we'd like to inform you that roommates have been switched! You no longer will have a dormitory consisting only of your year. In most, there will be at least one prefect, or the seventh year in your room. Your roommates and dormitory number will be listed in your Common Room! Now, go and get some sleep so you can start off well tomorrow!"
Cillian, Neil, and Matthew all looked at each other.
"New? Roommates?" Matthew whispered.
When they managed to get to the painting of the Fat Lady, they realized the didn't know the password.
"Great," Phoenix grunted.
A tall, pale skinned girl strutted up to them. She had long Gryffindor robes on, and a silver badge pinned to her chest. Prefect.
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Leviathan {Book #2}
FanfictionCillian Finnigan and his friends return to their second year at Hogwarts, but with new threats. The name "Death Bloom" is still an unfamiliar term, but Cillian feels that it carries great evil with it. They must pretend nothing happened, otherwi...