chapter one: and so it begins
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"Right then," Rowena turned to the other three and nodded decisively. "This next bit is the tricky part." She then reminded them of the steps and incantations needed. It was a complicated spell and the job of finding (and remembering) the appropriate instructions had fallen on this witch's shoulders. As the most logical and pragmatic of the four friends standing atop the hill at midnight under the new moon, she was the best choice.
The four each had their own unique qualities that they valued in their students. However, they were having difficulty deciding which of these qualities should be the deciding factors in selecting their students. In order to ensure the right students would be sorted into the right Houses of Study, they decided to put a spell on Godric's favourite hat. Rowena was entrusted with the task of making sure nothing went wrong, epsecially as the educations of many future witches and wizards were at stake. Nothing could go wrong.
Just before the spell came to a close, a shout rang out from behind the four:
"Hey, you guys!"
Before they could turn around, someone ran into them. The hat was knocked out of Helga's hands. Someone called out, "I got it!" catching the hat just as Rowena, somehow unaware of what just went on, spoke the final words of the spell...
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"... place the sorting hat on your head ..." Professor McGonagall was instructing the line of first years on how they would be placed in one of the four houses at Hogwarts. The nervovus students came forward one by one, being sorted into Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. She made her way slowly down the list without much ado until she came to an arrogant-looking eleven-year-old with spikey white-blonde hair. "King, Jareth."
There was a long silence as the hat considered. Finally, it shouted:
"Rumplebutt!"
Once again there was a long silence as everyone pause, trying to rationalize what the hat could have possibly said. even Professor McGonagall looked startled as she shot a glance back at the Staff table where the Headmaster was sitting. All the other teachers were looking at Professor Dumbledor as well. His eyebrows had shot up so high they disappeared under his hat. The whole hall heard his muttered, "Oh, dear..."
And the hits just kept on coming.
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