Me and Bella were in the great hall, waiting to be called for house choosing. I was really nervous. "Baker, Anwen." The professor called. I inhaled deeply. I walked up to the frayed old hat on the stool. The Sorting Hat. My palms sweated like crazy. I gulped. I picked the hat up and placed it on my head.
"Well," A croaky voice said in my head. "I see that you want to be in Gryffindor only because you want to please your family. But you want to be in Hufflepuff..." I sat there, waiting. "HUFFLEPUFF!" I smiled and sat down at the Hufflepuff table, some people patting my back. My smile faltered - what about Bellatrix?
My eyes followed Bella to the hat. She placed it on her head -- There was a pause -- "SLYTHERIN!"
I watched her sadly as she slowly lowered herself in those horrible seats. She glanced over at me and her frown turned into an attempted smile. I lowered my eyes. Food suddenly appeared on the gold plates that adorned the table. There was pork, duck, coleslaw, butter rolls, broccoli cheddar soup, and little sandwiches on silver plates. My plate was filled with everything that was available - except for the meat of course, I was a pescetarian.
I was stuffed, so climbing up the stairs to the dormitory was painful. Our prefect is Oliver Smith. "Now, first years, your dormitory." He said. "All you do is tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff. Example." Oliver did the instructions perfectly.
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I was awake the whole night. Joy.
I was homesick. I watched the rain pour over the window pane like buckets. Suddenly I saw a shadow streak across the lawn. I fell back asleep.
The next morning I woke up to birds chirping in my ear. I looked around, and realised last night wasn't a dream. Oh crap. I walked down the stairs and met Bella on the way. "ANWEN!" Bella screeched, and strangled me in a hug. "Bella," I wheezed. "Oh Anwen, I wish I was in Hufflepuff with you." Then she hugged me again. "What's your prefect's name?" I asked. "Uh, I don't remember." Said Bella, hurriedly. Hmm. Weird.
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FanfictionA girl named Anwen goes to Hogwarts im to lazy to write any more so you have to read it if you want to know what happens. FYI, Harry Potter is not in this story. OK, and this is 100 years after Harry Potter was born.
