Until now, I was looking フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to being sorted. But then Professor McGonagall told me I was to be sorted with the first graders, または first years. Whatever あなた call it. I didn't want every one in the school to view me as the girl who stood in line with the 11 年 olds.
    Things turned out to go better than I expected. Before she bagan the ceramony, Professor McGonagall turned the the four houses and gave a speech....about me.
    "Before I call any first years up to be sorted, I would like to announce that we have a transfer student from America."
    I groaned. Great. Now everyone knew who I was.
    "Lorena Adams, a fourth year. Please do offer her some acessitance, as the 城 and grounds are tricky to navigate for all of us when we first arrived. Now Ms.Adams, please come up to the stool."
    I took a deep breath. Before sitting down, I scanned the Great Hall for familiar faces. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting at one of the end tables, smiling at me. The blond boy from the train was sitting at the other end 表, テーブル with his gorilla body guards. He was scowling. A look of pure hatred. I couldn't resist but to smirk at him.
    You can do this, I told myself as I sat down. あなた will not die of humilation. Professor McGonagall placed a old, patched hat on my head. It was the kind of hat that would make my mom burn down our house if the thing ever came in.
    Dirty, am I? The hat whispered. No, not so dirty. Your mother would die to see me again.
    At this point, I came to two conclusions. One, I was going insane. Two, the hat was insane.
    No, I am not insane, and neither are you.
    It was as if the hat had read my thoughts.
    But we here to place あなた in your house...not to argue over mental illness. Hmmm. Very diffcult. Smart enough for Ravenclaw and メリダとおそろしの森 enough for Gryffindor...Slytherin would also suit あなた well....diffulct. Very diffcult.
    I almost laughed out loud. Me, in Slytherin? That would like a 子羊, ラム willingly going to Madagascar...in other words, asking for death. No. Never Slytherin.
    Not Slytherin, eh? Are あなた sure? No? Well then. Stubborness and bravery....GRYFFINDOR!
    The Gryffindor 表, テーブル burst into applause. Hermione hugged me, Harry and Ron high fived each other, and two twins who resembled Ron quite a bit shook both my hands. "We're Forge and Gred Weasley." They 発言しました in unison as if they had used this line millions of times before. Another boy clapped me on the back. "I'm Dean Thomas."
    More people introduced themselves to me. The Gryffindor 表, テーブル was full of chater, until McGonagall shouted. "SILENCE." Even after that, people still chatered quietly among their neighbors. Harry handed me a grey 靴下 filled with butter. I stared at him. "What's this for?" I asked.
    "A バター sock." He grinned. "Great to hit annoying people with and self defence from people such as Malfoy. Thought あなた might need it after the train."
    "Is Malfoy the blond guy?" I asked.
    Ron nodded. "The toddler that walked away with candy. Yep."
    Everyone around us burst out laughing. It was only then did I realize they heard what we said. "How'd that happen?" One of the Weasley twins asked.
    I began to answer, but Hermione shook my shoulder. Shhh. She pointed at the headmaster, Dumbledore, who stood up and was clanging his spoon on his goblet. It had great effect, as the whole Great Hall went dead silent. He stood up. "Now, we continue with sorting, I would like to say a word. And that is ... fulbergaster. Thank you."