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Chapter 3 : The Sorting
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“I see you’ve made some friends already.” He said dryly. It was unlike him to wonder about any given student’s choice of friends, but given the circumstance, he figured he should have a bit of warning if she was indeed going to cause him more grief.
“Hardly.” He heard her laugh as they began to climb the various staircases.
Surprised, Snape turned to look at her with a questioning raise of his brow. “Is that so?” he questioned, “Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger seemed to like you.”
“How unfortunate for them,” She shrugged. “for I can hardly profess to sharing their sentiments.”
Snape would have smiled if he were capable of it. “And why, may I ask, is that?”
Now it was her turn to raise her brow at him. “I did not think you to be the type to care about the interactions of students.” She said with a smirk.
“I don’t.” he stated. “Though I find it...” He paused briefly, searching for the right word.
“Amusing?” Kiera offered.
“Interesting.” Snape decided as they came to the statue that led to the headmaster's office. “Those three seem to make friends with just about anyone.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“Well, professor, I see where your logic fails you.”
“Honeysuckle.” Snape gave as the password to the Headmaster’s office. “And where would that be?” He asked her as he motioned to the now open door.
“I am most certainly not anyone.” Kiera stated, almost coldly, as she ascended the final staircase to Dumbledore’s office.
It was a surprisingly long flight up, which was probably a good thing seeing as her pointed conversation with professor Snape had her a little worked up.
She was quite aware of who Harry Potter was. The-Boy-Who-Lived. And though she was certain that outside of Britain, his fame was all but vaguely noted, there were places where his identity was just as well-known as it was here – and she just so happened to be from such a place.
Damn. She cursed silently to herself. Is this why they had moved to Britain? Why she was here at Hogwarts? She needed to have a chat with her father. She needed to know what was expected of her. And soon.
By the time she reached the Headmaster's doors, she was once again in her normal state of mind – alert and focused.
“Come in.” She heard before she had a chance to even knock.
Walking into the room, she swept one long gaze about it – taking mental note of what she saw before she settled upon the man standing behind a large desk. “Headmaster.” She nodded curtly.
The twinkle in the old man's eyes seemed to brighten with amusement. “Please, call me Professor Dumbledore.”
She nodded as a moment passed where the professor seemed to be waiting for her to say something. When she remained silent, he continued, “Miss Vogel, I wish to personally welcome you to Hogwarts. It is quite unusual to receive new students who are well into their years of study, but I have no doubt that you will adjust to your classes with ease. Your marks are very good and your past instructors speak very highly of you. Our staff is looking forward to having you in their classes.” He assured.
Kiera couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the thought of Professor Snape looking forward to anything.
“But there is one matter that we have yet to clear up.” He said, standing up from his chair and walking around from behind his desk. Puzzled, Kiera watched him walk towards one of the many shelves that lined the walls and pick up an ancient-looking hat and head back towards her. I hope he doesn't expect me to wear that. She thought to herself.
“Don't worry, it's not part of your uniform.” he chuckled as he assured her, as if he had read her mind. “No, this is for the Sorting.”
“Yes. It will place you in your house.”
“We usually do this your first year, but we can certainly do it now. If you'll please,” he said, motioning to an empty chair. Kiera sat in it, waiting for whatever was suppose to happen next.
As the Headmaster placed it on her head, time seemed to slow.
“Ah, miss Vogel,” she heard “you're certainly an interesting one.” Confused, she looked about her, the Headmaster wasn't moving and his lips – though mostly hidden by his long beard – had not moved at all, she had been sure.
Then she noticed the hat, on her head and yet not. It was talking to her. “I beg your pardon?” She couldn't help but ask, still thoroughly in shock.
“I'm just trying to decide where to place you.” It said.
“Does it matter?” She asked, slightly irritated.
“Of course it does,” it began to explain, “Where I place you will inevitably help guide you into the young woman you are destined to become.” It paused, as if sensing her growing irritation.
“Destined? Don't you give me any of that destiny cra-”
“You see, that's exactly what I mean!” It laughed. “That attitude would certainly become a Slytherin. Though there's certainly more to you than just your temper...”
“I hardly think...” Kiera began in protest.
“...and sense of entitlement.” The Sorting Hat finished. “There's also a part of you that genially believes in the novel idea of doing what's right and working towards the greater good. Very admirable, though you may be somewhat misguided in what you consider those things to be at the moment.” It observed.
Kiera sat, feeling somewhat exposed. “And what house would those feelings get me into?” She asked.
“Gryffindor.” It said with an air of mischief in its voice.
“Place me wherever you wish.” She said, tiring of the conversation.
“I shall,” it assured her, “though I warn you, you may soon regret it.”
“Hmm.” She said defiantly.
Time began to speed back to its normal pace and just as the Headmaster placed the Sorting Hat on her head, it bellowed out, “Slytherin!”
Professor Dumbledore lifted it back up and walked to place it back where it belonged. “I'm sure Professor Snape will be delighted to have a new student in his house.” he said, a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face. Kiera only raised her brow in response. “Come, we should get to the ceremony, it will begin soon and we must still introduce you to everyone.”
The Great Hall was as magnificent as ever; Dumbledore taking the occasion – as every other occasion -- to decorate to extremes that surely only his mind could conjure. Though again, Draco had long since failed to see its beauty.
He walked into the hall with Crabbe and Goyle, who were sufficiently chastised for earlier events.
Heading towards the Slytherin table, Draco scanned the room, looking for Kiera, whom he had lost sight of in the almost-stampede out of the train.
Table by table he looked. The Slytherin table – though he was sure he knew every one of his kinsman in green. Nothing. The Hufflepuffs. Nothing. Thank the merlin she wasn't one of them. Ravenclaw. Though it would have been acceptable, nothing.
He groaned. Surely she wasn't a Gryffindor... Reluctantly he searched; glancing at Potter and his friends, inwardly scowling at the thought of Kiera sitting among them. After a long while of searching, still nothing. Maybe she got held up somewhere. He thought to himself.
“Shanndra Bellow.” Came McGonagall's voice. Apparently the Sorting had begun. Draco shrugged. Might as well watch.
Finally the group of first-years were down to the last student. Draco stifled a yawn as the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers for their newest member.
“Now that our new students have been sorted into their respective houses, we have a few announcements.” Draco turned to see the Headmaster gesturing his arm forward as if beckoning someone to follow. “This year we have a transfer student from Durmstrang.”
Draco's – as well as everyone else's – gaze turned towards the head table, from which a previously unseen young woman walked confidently forward to stand by the headmaster.
“Kiera.” Draco muttered to himself.
“This is Kiera Vogel. She will be joining us for the remainder of her school years. She has been previously sorted and will be joining the Slytherin house. I expect all of you to make her feel welcome.”
Draco grinned as everyone clapped for the new student and his table erupted into cheers.
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