The buried spell through my eyes

Neville Longbottom part 2

We soon had to get sorted. I was so nervous that I almost fell over. I looked around and I don't recall anything more beautiful than this, the ceiling looked like a night sky and there were candles floating around just below the ceiling and as I walked further into the sorting ceremony the more beautiful it got. Every table had a new face and the walls had the most beautiful texture to it. Hermione whispered "I have read all about Hogwarts" to a girl with almost white blonde hair.

"Hold on granddad, did you meet grandma Hannah at Hogwarts?" Alice asked with wide eyes

"Yes I did, her maiden name is Hannah Abbott, now do you want to hear more of the story?"

"Oh yes please"

So I told her more. As I walked in further and further I could feel my brain running in circles because I was so nervous. I really wanted to get Gryffindor because both my parents were in that house and I didn't want to disappoint them. They had both been parilized from Bellatrix Lastrange and I lived with my grandma. I was really nervous. Harry Potter was put into Gryffindor, so was Hermione. Now I REALLY wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor. Hannah went before me and I thought she was really beautiful and she looked smart. But she was sorted into Hufflepuff.

"Oh, that's why grandma has a yellow robe, right?" Alice asked

"Yes, the four house's are, Gryffindor is red, Hufflepuff is yellow, Slytherin is green and Ravenclaw is blue. When you go to Hogwarts, which house would you like to be in?"

"Um, I think Gryffindor or Hufflepuff" Alice looked excited

"I was a herbology teacher at Hogwarts" as I remember my most wonderful job ever

"REALLY" Alice squealed. I continued my story and with every word Alice got, more and more into it and soon I felt like we were both in a dream together and as if I was living in my dream. I continued to tell the story. It was soon my turn and I didn't know how to feel. I felt joyful and like I was going to puke at the same time. I sat on the sorting chair in front of all of the professors and the whole school. I have never been more nervous then I felt then. Professor Mcgonagall placed the sorting hat on my head. It smelled of sweat and... toad, toad?? No I was just imagining it I told myself. It probably smelled like sweat because of how nervous everyone was. The sorting hat started talking and I only got more nervous, I felt a pit at the bottom of my stomach. I hoped and hoped that I would be sorted into a gryffindor. And with each word the sorting hat said I got more nervous until he said

"Better be Slytherin" how could this be???? "I'm just pulling your leg longbottom" my nerves were still so high and now I didn't know what to expect the hat finally spit out the words