"Wow," said Quen as she observed the huge castle. "So this is hogwarts,"
"Yep," said Ginny.
"Firs' years! Firs' years!" boomed out a voice. "Firs' years over here!"
Quen whirled around to find a huge, gigantic man standing several feet away.
"Who's that?" Quen asked with amazement.
"That's Hagrid," Ginny replied. "He's the gamekeeper. He's really nice."
At the site of this giant man, Sunflower squeaked and scampered away.
Ginny grabbed Sunflower's arm. "Come here. Where are you going?" Ginny demanded.
Slowly, the three girls followed Hagrid (Sunflower had to be dragged) to someplace with a lot of boats.
While on a boat, Quen looked into the water at her reflection. She got a big shock when suddenly jumped out only to fall back into the water. After this, Quen decided it would be best to keep her head in the boat.
When they finally arrived on shore, Hagrid stepped up to the castle and knocked on the door. A witch with black hair appeared at door. She led them to a room where she explained the different concepts of the school.
Quen wasn't listening. She had just remembered. The Sorting Hat! Mr. Hooker told her all about it. What would it say? Her thoughts were interrupted when they were led the The Great Hall.
Quen looked around. The Great Hall was HUGE. She had never imagined it like this. But then, she saw the thing that she had least expected to see.
Harry Potter!
Quen never knew Harry Potter went to Hogwarts! And next to Harry, there was Ron. Ron. She liked that name. She could just repeat it over and over and never get tired of saying it.
Next to Ron was... a pretty girl with bushy brown hair. Quen's heart sank. Was she Ron's girlfriend?
Suddenly, Quen decided to be sensible. What did she care if Ron had a-
"HELLO in there!"
Quen jumped and found Ginny shouting in her ear.
"Don't do that," Quen scolded.
"Well I was trying to tell you that the Sorting ceremony is about to start, but you were staring into space as if you'd been in the wine cellar,"
Before either of them could reply, the Sorting Hat burst into song.
"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 Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you're 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!
Your safe in hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!"
There was a wild applause for the hat, and the ceremony began.
"Ajor, Gonor!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Bordin, Glaise!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Burn, Hansan!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
The list continued, and soon it got up to:
"Petal, Sunflower!"
Sunflower scampered up. She was so small that the hat covered her whole head. There was a slight pause before the hat shouted:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Sunflower stumbled out of the seat, knocking the hat off of her head and stepping on it as she ran to join the Gryffindor table.
"Ouch," the hat muttered.
Again, the list continued until it stop at the last name:
"Zeppli, Zelma!"
No one came up.
"Zeppli, Zelma!"
Remembering that she was to be called "Zelma", Quen ran up to the hat and placed it on her head.