Afflictus

Transfiguration

I sit down at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. All of the first years are standing in front of Dumbeldore, waiting to be sorted. 

I had spent the whole train ride wondering just what had happened today. It was just to much to take in. Grace knew something was up, and so did Emma, but I didn't bother telling them. 

As I look around, I notice Potter with the rest of the Maurders. And if I don't know better, they are looking at me, and talking about me. I can't take it any more. I turn around, and look straight at the professor, who is starting to talk.

"Students of Hogwarts, welcome back, and to all my first years welcome to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We will now sort you into your houses." Eventually the process finishes, and Gryffindor has like, 10-15 new kids, now finding places and friends on the table.

My head unwillingly looks back at Potter, who is no longer looking at me. I'm glad he isn't talking about me anymore. I know no matter what had happened today, there is no way we are going to be mates with Potter, or any thing close to that ruddy, jerky prat.

Dumbeldore starts to talk again. "Now that we have gotten the sorting done, I wouldn't like to detain you further, I will just like to say congratulations to all the prefects that were chosen this year, and wish them all the best of luck, specially the head boy and girl." With a warm smile he finishes his speech.

"Let the feast begin!"

I stare at the tables as all the goblets fill with drinks and platters with food. I'm sorry but I just love rice, and there is this humongous bowl of rice sitting right in front of me. Unfortunately, I am not as interested in the rice, as I should be because I am so busy trying to figure out who the head boy is.

Dumbledore was looking at the Gryffindor table when he congratulated the pair of us. Was the head boy in Gryffindor? If so, who is he? I'm so busy thinking I don't realize Grace is calling me.

Suddenly I feel a sharp elbow jab me in the ribs.

"Ow! Grace! what was that for?" I ask, rubbing my side. "You're head girl right?" "Yeah", I answer, while slowly putting some rice on my plate."Do you know who the head boy is?""Nope." I look up with a mouthful of rice, to see her.

I may have been seeing things, but I'm sure I saw her smirk. "Do you know who it is?" I ask as I take another spoonful of rice. "Nope." She turns around, like she is talking to Emma, but I know that she is just smirking away like an idiot. I don't know what about but I guess I'll get to know eventually.

Until then I would melt into my 3 (count them - 3!!!!!) different types of rice. I was kind of expecting it though, as it was the first feast of the year.

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Eventually, it is my turn to lead all the Gryffindors to the common room. I am wondering who the head boy is. I guess he's not from Gryffindor because no one else comes to help with the first years.

I give up looking, and brief the first years. I finish, and then let them go. I walk up to my dorm. My trunk and Sirrul are waiting, along with Grace, Emma, Elizabeth Saunders, and Carrie Llyod. 

Merlin, I hate those two. They make my blood boil with rage. These two prats deserve every insult they ever get.

"So Lilly Evans, head girl." I hear Elizabeth spit  the words at me. "Well I don't see you with any sort of badge, so I guess I'm better than you." I walk to my bed, open my trunk, and start  to unpack. I hear both her and Carrie leave in a huff, and slam the door behind them. I turn around. To see Grace and Emma waiting.