to the world of magic
I sat, on my bean bag chair, watching my favorite harry potter movie, prizoner of Azkaban. A red, green, blue, and yellow portal opened pulling at everything. I was sucked into it, and fell from an incredible height. I held on to the thing I landed on, like my life depends on it, it kinda did. I righted myself and sat on the stone I had landed on. I looked around. I was on a gargoyle, the view was kinda cool, there was a giant castle,with the biggest fild below me with the greenest grass you have ever saw. There were a few people walking below me. Not paying attention to me. Me being my own introverted ass, was tempted to just jump to the slanted window roof just thirty feet below me to the left a little. I diddnt tho, because luckily someone saw me up there, and made a big deal of it, unfortunately. Soon there was a large croud below me, stareing and pointing. There were so manny people, and more comeing. I was petrified. Soon a old man walked to the group. The group consisted of roughly 10 year olds to 18 year olds, not including the adults. This place must be a school. The students were wearing long robes with sime other colors along the neckline. I got a sense of deja vu. I looked over to my left, there was a large field with three rings on a pole faceing vertical to the sky. I knew where I was, I was in Hogwarts from Harry Potter. That explains the collors on the portal. Red: griffindor, blue: Ravenclaw, yellow: Hufflepuff, and last, my personal fave, green. The Slytherin. The the cunning ones, and the divious ones, the ones who were always uo for a little mischief. The kinda people I like, the people who drip a little fun into youre life, for the better or for worse, and the ones who never get caught. The next thing I knew, I was down on the ground. I felt slightly light headed, and extended my arm a little to keep my balance. It worked. Sevral kids were sounding me. Includeing Harry Potter, he was absolutely FAMOUS!! He had short dark brown hair with a lightning bolt strike on his forhead. From the killing curse, given to him by Tim. Ronald Weasly, who had longer redish orange hair. He was fairly atractive, but he wasnt really my type, and his sister Ginny. She too had the same color hair as her older brothers sbe was verry sweet and looked at me worried at me. Along with Hermione Granger. Hermionie was actuly supposed to be ravenclaw, just because she was so incredibly smart and talented as a witch. She had chocolate brown hair that to me almost looked like they were redish when the sun hit it just right. It was incredibly floofy. I loved floof. One of my old friends had supper floofy hair and would let me baraid it and play with it. We lost contact and i forgot her name, but if i ever saw her again, i would know right away who she was. No matter what. That was when we were six, and before she mooved. There were some others that I knew in the group surrounding me now. But one face stood out more than anyone. A pale blond with light icy grey eyes that seemed very cold. I stared for a minute, he gave me a sneer that would wilt flowers within a fifty foot radius. I glared a little. He shrank back a little. I was never one to be pushed around much after seventh grade, when I was bullied miserably. I stood a little taller, dispite being so little for a thirteen year old. His name is Draco. I kinda fancied him. Even tho he worked for the dark lord, Voldemort. I diddnt juge him much for that. I looked atound, at all the stareing faces. My heart raced. I hatted being the center of attention. It was one of my biggest fears, it is called scopophobia, other fears include gelotophobia, and Athazagoraphobia, all of witch are all mental, so it was gonna be fun to figure out what my Boggart would be. Dumbuldour, the head master of Hogwarts, was looking me up and down makeing sure I haddnt gotten hurt. I was gonna have a big bruise on my but tho, and had small scratches on my hands when I tried to grab the gargoyle. He lead me away from the croud. (Thank god.) He took me to his office, and sat me down.
“Who are you?” He asked kindly, softly. I rolld my shoulders. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I tried again. Nothing. He nodded. “What is something you would like to be called?” I thought for a second.
“Ember.” I said confidently.
“And whats youre false last name?”
“Evans.” He nodded.
“Where are you from?”
“Colorado.”
How did you get here, Ms. Evans?”
I dunno, I was sitting on my bean bag watching a movie, then a portal opened up, and I was here.” I said, waveing my arms around the room.
“Well Ember, how would you like to stay at Hogwarts, untill we can find out how to get you home.”
I gaped at him. Was he really offering to let me stay. And atend Hogwarts.
“Yes, I would love to.” I spoke extremely happy that the headmaster had asked a stranger, and not just a stranger, but a muggle, with no magic in my blood. He smiled.
“Well we have to know what youre house would be.” Head master said standing.
“Alright, when?” I asked. He took out a old hat, and held it. We waited a few minutes, untill all the teachers were there. I sat there awkwardly. Headmaster put the hat on my head.
“Ah hah, a brave child, but small bits of fear where most dont fear, a knowing, wise piece to you, maby Ravenclaw.” The hat said, haghtly.
I wispered softly, “nono please not Ravenclaw.”
“not ravenclaw eh,” the hat said curiously
“Please not ravenclaw.”
“Maby hufflepuf, a sweet child like you might do well there.” I nearly scofed. Tha hat must have felt my emotion, and said,
“No, not hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw…” he paused, makeing soft noises, then sudenly,
“SLYTHERIN!”
I sighed.
“Thank you, sorting hat.”
“Of cource, a wich like you needs to be somewhere they would excell.” The hat was taken off, and I was handed green qnd black robes. “Slytherin comin room is down in the dungeon, I will show you to youre dorm.” An older woman I recognized as professor Mcgonigal said.
“But I dont have any stuff. How will I be able to be a good wich without suplies?”
“We will loan you some untill we can get you youre own suplies.” She said leading me away. I was sitting in my bed, stareing at the wall. A knock arose. I got up and answered it. A girl was there holding a black white and grey barn owl she handed it to me and walked away without saying even a hello to me. Rude. I took the owl to my bed and oppened the door to the cage. I softly pressed my wrist against her stomach. She stepped on as I started to pull my arm out, she flew up to my shoulder when she was out if the cage, I extended my elbow to make it more comfortable for the owl. I named her Storm.
