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Who: Lucilia d’Ancord and Audrey Kyle
What: Hogwarts welcomes an exchange student…does Hogwarts even have exchange students?
When: Tuesday, January 2, 1997. 6pm.
Where: Great Hall during dinner
Rating: PG
Audrey Kyle tried to appear disinterested and bored but she was anything but. Dressed in clothes she would have never chosen for herself, Audrey stood in a little room outside the Great Hall waiting to “be sorted”; whatever the hell that meant.
She really didn’t know too much about Hogwarts and her attendance at the school had been…hastily arranged, to say the least. She smoothed down the front of her pleated wool skirt and absently played with her blouse’s collar.
There was no tie or sweater or scarf yet. That came later. Audrey’s brown hair hung down loose over her shoulders and she wore far less make up than she would have liked. The old witch, Mc-something, seemed stern and cold as she’d let her up from the train that came into that village.
She really hoped she didn’t hate it as much as she’d feared.
“I’d like you all to welcome a new student. She has come as an exchange student from America,” she heard Headmaster Dumbledore saying from the podium. Was he really going to make her do out in front of the whole school? “Please give her a warm welcome. Coming to us from the Salem Witches’ Institute, Audrey Kyle!”
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the long room. She tried not to gape like an idiot but the hundreds of candles floating in the air and the…how many were there?...students staring at her quietly.
There was a stool with a hat on it that was old and ragged. Dumbledore gestured her to it. Moving to sit, Mc-something-or-other took the hat and put it on her head. Audurey immediately heard a voice in her head musing about her thoughts.
Audrey tried not to show much of reaction. Though, she felt like she had been sitting there forever. Soon, the students were muttering softly. “Why is it taking so long?” she heard on of the students at the table of people in gold and black ask. Now she was starting to really feel self conscious.
“Rav-“ The hat bellowed but cut off in the middle. “Sly-“ It cut off again. Now the students muttering was really getting loud. Then, the hat was gone. Dumbledore plucked it off her head. |