"SLYTHERIN!" Ivy grinned, standing from the stool as the Slytherin table erupted into cheers. Her eyes sparkled joyfully as she sat down, turning to watch as the other kids went next. A girl Ivy saw on the train over here was called up by the name of Emily Foster. She was tall with freckles, glasses, and her yellow-blond hair pulled back into two long braids. She seemed sweet, and Ivy smiled as she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Next was another girl Ivy had talked to on the bus: Dianne Johnson. They had immediately bonded with their sassy personalities and sarcastic tones, and now Ivy crossed her fingers, praying for Dianne to be Slytherin as well. If she wasn't, Ivy would be all alone. She bit her lip, waiting anxiously. Then, "SLYTHERIN!" Ivy was the first to jump to her feet, screaming and jumping up and down as her friend ran to her. They held hands and squealed, bouncing up and down until some older students managed to get them to sit down. "I was so worried I'd have to do this all alone!" Ivy whispered in her friend's ear. "Same, I think it almost put me in /Gryffindor/!" She made a face and Ivy chuckled. "Yeah, it considered Gryffindor for me too, but only a moment. They're too stuck up anyways." Dianne grinned at her but turned back to face front just in time to see a boy with white hair named Christopher Whitehouse get sorted into Hufflepuff. Ivy smiled to herself, noting that for a small eleven year-old, he was pretty cute. Next up was another boy. His name was Chase Anderson and he had wavy gray hair that seemed to want to permanently stay in front of his forest green eyes. Ivy smiled at him as he was sorted into Gryffindor. Next up was another girl Ivy had saw on the bus. She had pitch black hair that came just past her shoulders, deep blue eyes, and was hanging off of Chase every spare moment, shoving herself in his face and laughing at every tiny thing he said. Dianne and Ivy both glared at her, but the tiny girl didn't seem to notice, smiling as she sat down. The hat thought for only a quick moment before yelling out her house. "HUFFLEPUFF!" Ivy let out a sigh of relief, nudging Dianne with her shoulder. "And I was almost scared that we'd get stuck with her." She joked, making her friend grin and nod. But with that, Ivy closed her eyes, leaning her head back with a wild grin on her face. Her long, light brown hair that reached her waist pooled behind her on the bench, and her warm golden skin almost seemed to glow in the firelight from the chandeliers hanging above. Her strong, almost-but-not-quite-square jawline that she hated so much was sharp and clear in the warm lighting, and her straight, pointed nose perfected her silhouette as she sucked it all in. She was finally /here/. After years of waiting and dreaming of this moment, she was finally at /Hogwarts/. She just didn't notice a pair of green eyes on her the whole time. -------------------- Ivy sat down in her first class, looking around the room and noticing many familiar faces. There was Dianne, of course, but also the blond girl-what was her name again? "Emily, hey!" Oh, right. Emily. Ivy watched as Christopher made his way over to the girl with a big, dorkish grin on her face that made even Ivy smile. She watched as Emily smiled as he plopped himself in the chair beside her. They began to talk happily, and her eyes drifted a little ways behind them to where Clara and Chase were talking and laughing together as well, their eyes sparkling. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at them. Well, mainly at Clara. Chase suddenly looked up and met her eyes. He offered her a small smile but Ivy only turned away, just in time for the potions professor to enter the room. He had long, messy gray hair, a triangular face that was spattered with freckles, glasses, and most shockingly, he had two piercing yellow eyes, the pupil in the middle nothing more than a slit down the center. His eyes raked over the classroom, cold and hard before walking up to the chalkboard. "You all will call me professor Armstrong, understood?" A few students nodded. "Now, who can tell me the three most common ingredients when making a potion?" The room was silent. -------------------- The students burst out into the large courtyard, excitement bubbling in them as they carried their brooms. Ivy and Dianne walked side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Christopher (everyone was calling him Chris) and Emily walking together, and Clara and Chase walking together. She couldn't help but roll her eyes just as the teacher approached.
The teacher had brown hair slicked straight back over her head, narrowed brown eyes, and sharp facial features. "My name is professor Aiken." She quickly introduced herself. "Today you will be learning how to fly your broom. So, place it on the ground on your right, bristles in the back." The students quickly did what she told them, eager to begin. "Now, say 'up', and will the broom to come to your hand." The courtyard burst into children commanding a non-living thing into their hand, brows furrowed in concentration. Ivy was the third to get hers, after two students she didn't know. Next Clara got hers, then Chris, then Dianne, then Emily, and finally Chase, who was one of the last few. "Mount your brooms." Professor Aiken ordered, which all the students were more than willing to do. Ivy grinned as she sat on her broom, squeezing the wood in excitement. She tuned out the professor as she told the students how to fly safely. She was only listening for one word. "GO!" And then, she was off, speeding through the sky. She let out a whoop of excitement, grinning. Hogwarts was everything she hoped it would be and more.
