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-A strong desire to hold a person in your arms.
"What's wrong with you, Prongs?" Sirius asked.
"I just want to hold someone." James said dreamily.
"You know that I love ya, Prongs. I'm always available for ya." Sirius joked.
"Not you...
Indica Watson as Young Alice Fortescue "Is that even possible?"
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The cast of Harry Potter (Some of them) as themselves and the characters in my plot
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September 1 of 1971
Hemlock Neith Argent
"Now, form a line and follow me." Professor McGonagall said. The room was beautifully enchanting with torches as lighting and the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky and some candles floating here and there. There's four long tables where the rest of the older students sat and a platform of sort at the end of the room was the table for the teachers.
"There's no troll or some sort of writing tests." Sirius paled handing Remus the money while James was looking at something or rather someone, Lily.
"I'm not handing my money yet." James grinned. "We still don't know what we'll do."
"Whatever you say, James." I muttered.
Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
