Our Crazy Messed Up Lives

Housing Problems

Sunbeam

“Sunbeam?” Lu asked, leaning against my side. “Why is Jack in a shiny bubble?”

“Excuse me? I turned to look at the boat Jack and the others were in. sure enough, Jack was floating, encased in a pearly bubble.

As I watched, Professor Toothiana flitted over and said something to the other occupants of the boat. The bubble popped and Jack fell back into his seat, and he put his head in his hands. He must have said something shocking, because Bekah started to tear up, Onceler grimaced grotesquely, and the other boy frowned and shook his head.

“Will he be okay?” Mack questioned.

“I don’t know,” I said.

Rebekah

By the time we arrived at the castle Jack seemed to have returned to normal, besides the look of shattered glass in his eyes. It worried me.

But as we entered the front gates, almost all thoughts were driven from my mind. It was huge! The group of first year students stopped in front of a set of double doors, which probably led to the place where we would get sorted into our houses.

“Quiet!” Professor Toothiana called. “Quiet please! When these doors open, you will be led down to the end of the hall. I will call your name, and you will come up and place the sorting hat onto your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. After your house is chosen, you will join you’re house at their table. These people will be like your family, while you are at Hogwarts, so I suggest that you try to be nice to them!”

The double doors swung open, and the procession was led down the Great Hall, which seemed to expand all the way up into the sky. The ceiling was an expanse of stars, and light was given by floating candles.

“Abbot, Chase!” the professor called. The boy went to stand next to her, and she placed an old and tattered hat on his head.

“Hufflepuff!” the hat called, using a ripped seam for its mouth.

“I was not expecting that,” Onceler whispered from where he stood next to me. I had to agree.

A few more people were called, then, “Frost, Jack!”

Jack shoved his way through the crowd, and the hat was place on his head.

“Gryffindor!” Onceler and I clapped with the rest of the hall. More people were called, but I didn’t really pay attention to any of them, except for James. He was placed in Gryffindor as well.

“Smith, Onceler!” there was a bit of snickering as Onceler made his way up to the front.

“Ravenclaw!”

“Solaris, Sunbeam!”

“Slytherin!”

“Stevens, Rebekah!” My heart pounded as I made my way up. The hat was place on my head, and time seemed to stop as it tried to decide where I should be.

“A word of wisdom, child,” it whispered. “Keep your friends close.”

“Hufflepuff!”

I made my way to the table draped in yellow. I searched for my friends in the crowd, and by the looks on their faces, I could tell they were thinking the exact thing I was.  

The different houses were like feuding families. Was our friendship going to be this short lived?      

Jack

“Welcome to Gryffindor!” a boy sitting next to me said. “I’m Fred Weasly, fifth year.”

“Weasly?” I asked. “As is THE Weasly’s?”

“The very same,” he smiled. “Red hair and all.” He shook his head, and made his red curls bounce.

“I’m Jack Frost,” I said, holding out my hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Frost?” Fred’s smile faltered.

“Yes,” I hesitantly replied.

“I’m sorry,” Fred said. “About your father.”

“How do you know about my dad?”

“My uncle and father used to work with him.” Fred looked down at his hands. “When my dad had heard that Peter had died, well, he was really depressed for a long time. Still is really.”

“It wasn’t you or your dad’s fault,” I said. “You don’t have to be sorry for me.”

“I am sorry… I really am,” Fred replied, and looked back up. “The headmaster is about to speak.”  

I turned my head to look the row of tables at the front of the hall, and saw that a tall, round man was standing behind a golden podium with an owl on front. The owl, obviously charmed, spread its wings and the rest of the hall quickly got quiet.

“Students!” the man boomed. “I am Headmaster North, and would like to welcome you all to Hogwarts. This year, I would like to repeat the rules for the first years. Upper years, I expect you, to keep them out of trouble.” There was a bit of scattered laughter. “The fourth floor of the castle is completely out of bounds! Stay out if you wish to live a full and happy life. Also, the forbidden forest is forbidden to all students, unless accompanied by a staff member.”

“Now, I would like to direct your attention to a change in staffing! Your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Professor Venus!” Heads turned almost simultaneously to look at the man North was gesturing at. He was good looking, with sandy brown hair and gray eyes. He smiled and waved at the students. 

“And, you also have a new potions teacher as well!” North exclaimed. “Professor Lorax.” The chair he was pointing at seemed to be empty, until a bright orange, furry head popped up over the edge of the table.

Onceler

                “Why do we have a sherbet colored meatloaf (A/N you’re welcome Bekah) as a professor?” I whispered to the girl sitting next to me.

“Don’t know kid,” she whispered back. “But you get used to stuff like that around here.”

Rebekah

                I liked Professor Lorax’s mustache. It was big, and poufy, and yellow, and- why did Professor Venus look familiar? But anyway, the mustache. It was yellow.

Sunbeam

                My house-mates seemed dark. More so than the rest of the students. I immediately knew that if I had to trust someone, it wouldn’t be them. I’d have to do something to protect my things. Maybe that book the headmaster gave me had a protection spell in it.

“One last thing, students,” North said. “Bartholomew kinged the oobleck. Enjoy the feast!”

With those last, nonsense words, North waved his hands and great smelling food appeared on our tables. We fell upon it like ravenous dogs. Or at least, I started to before a felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned quickly, and was surprised to see Professor Toothiana looking at me happily.

“We professors have a surprise for you,” She said. “Come see me after the feast.”

“O-okay,” I replied. But she was already gone.