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We went up to the castle in carriages being pulled by.. nothing. There was a first year girl who stopped to admire the none horsed carriages, she smiled, waved and almost came forward as if to stroke a horse but Hagrid called all first years over to the boats before she could. Strange.

While being pulled away, I caught sight of the 4 siblings I met in that compartment. Eyeing them suspiciously, I watched as they clambered onto a boat, ready to be sorted, I guess. Although only 1 of them looked to be a first year. Guess the others had to do the same just as Allanah did last year.

Hermione and I settled into a carriage by ourselves, I put my face against the window, hoping for any sign of Harry and Ron, deciding to speak about what's taking over my mind right now.

"Do you think they could be from that book?"
"No. They can't have been, the book took place during the second world war. Plus, it's fiction."
"But outside the compartment, I heard the older guy call his brother 'Edmund' , is that anything to do with the book?"
"Yes. That's the youngest brothers name."
"They aren't... you know, deluded? They don't actually think they are from that book do they?"
"I don't know, I haven't met them."
"Anything can happen in the Wizarding World, right?"
"Not merging universes, y/n."
"Well I believe in the multiverse, I bet that's what's happened here."

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The carriages were a much more faster transport than the boats, Hermione and I jumped off and raced up the stairs, passing the teacher leading us and causing eyes to stare at us.

"I wonder where Ron and Harry are?" Hermione sparked up as we stopped to catch our breath.
"They should be here by now. Surely. Give it a few minutes, they'll probably make a dramatic entrance during the sorting or something."

When we walked into the great hall, we parted and I sat at the Slytherin table, almost forgetting I had Fred's VERY comfortable VERY big Gryffindor robes on. As I sat down next to Draco, I got tons of glares from my fellow house 'mates'. Ew.

Once everyone was seated and settled down, Dumbledore got to his feet.
"Now, our annual sorting ceremony!" And he sat back down, beaming as the doors opened.

In front was Professor McGonagall, shortly followed by those four siblings, and then all of the new first years.
And then the sorting hat began to sing.

(I got this from some website.)

Oh one might not label me pretty,
For I'm no yule ball hat, you see. '𝒀𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍?'
A dull brown face, a patched left side,
A rip on my brim, a stain on my thigh '𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔.'
Nothing attractive, I must confide. '𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.'

But never judge what you may find,
At first glance, at least,
For I've got more brains and wit
Than any other hat you will meet!

Because I'm very intrigued about them, I kept my eyes locked on the 4 narnian siblings, watching their every move. The younger boy gave a weird glare at the hat, just as I did last year, the younger girl was smiling pleasantly, the older girl was smiling but also looking as though scanning the hat, and the older boy was staring everywhere but the hat, looking over at me once in a while. (Yuh Peter lov u already)