𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ━━━━━━━
IN WHICH Clover Carstairs'
sixth year is filled to the
brim with new found
friends and a rather
peculiar tournament.
[george weasley x OC]
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IT WASNT LONG UNTIL THE HALL DESCENDED into silence as Professor McGonagall led a line of timid first years up to the top of the Great Hall. The group gathered at the top of the hall, pooling around as Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first years with the sorting hat atop of it. The first years stared at it in wonder. So did everyone else-Clover and her friends included.
For a moment, there was silence-then a long fold of material near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song. Clover groaned and buried her head into Cedric's shoulder causing the boy to chuckle. It came as no surprise to her friends that Clover disliked the hat's songs, she wasn't one to enjoy super depressing songs that delayed food from entering her mouth. The hat soon finished off with a high note and the hall erupted into applause while the girl rested her forehead on the table.
One down, two to go. Clover thought spitefully, glaring down at the wooden table as if hoping to conjure up a plate of food. The girl could hear Professor McGonagall explain what was happening before she began to go through the list of names. Clover kept her head leaning on Cedric's shoulder tiredly, while Hugo and Juliette seemed to be betting on who was going to be in which house. The two argued as they tossed a few sickles back and forth.
"This is so boring!" Clover groaned, running a loose hand through her hair.
"Hey, McGonagall's on the letter 'o', it'll be over soon enough." Cedric chuckled, the girl nodded but her face remained in its disgusted expression. Contrary to what the boy said, there seemed to be a fuck-load of people with last names beginning with 'o', and the ceremony stretched out for another lengthy, twenty minutes and as soon as the last first year had been called up, Clover wanted to cry in relief. Applause boomed through the room as the young boy was sorted.
Two down, one more to go.
Albus Dumbledore rose to his feet and Clover suppressed the need to groan in despair. The man stood at his podium at the top of the hall, looking over the hundreds of students at their tables. The girl felt a nudge to her side as Cedric pulled her close and whispered into her ear.
"Reckon he'll tell us what's happening this year?"
Clover shrugged in response and turned back to face the man, as he cleared his throat.
"Now we're all settled in, I'd like to make an announcement." Dumbledore declared, his voice stubbing out any idle whispers and conversations that were being held. "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..."
The doors to the Great Hall opened and Mr. Filch appeared as he ran up the aisle, in between tables, limping in an almost comical way. Everyone watched in curiosity as he whispered something quickly to Dumbledore before turning and leaving in the same fashion he'd entered.
