Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [31]
“SLY- no… GRYFFINDOR!” yelled the hat. Harry looked shocked, that was the first time the hat had ever stuttered. Aylar didn’t look to happy, however, he must have wanted to be in Slytherin. But, the next second, as he was cheered over to the table, he looked excited and glad, so Harry thought he must’ve just imagined his sadness.
“Michael Whalen!” A small, skinny little boy stepped up to the chair.
“HUFFLEPUFF!” said the hat. The next five sortings went by uneventful (Christopher Zimmermann in Gryffindor, Vikram Kumar in Ravenclaw, Joe Coppellotti in Gryffindor, Pawan Kodandopani in Slytherin, Mike Baronowski in Gryffindor, and Oshi Mandahib in Hufflepuff). Then, the older-looking student walked up to the hat, and just as he was about to put it on, Dumbledore stood up.
“Tuh.. Tuh.. Sy? Tuhsyeh… neb? Tuy sy?..” stuttered Professor McGonagall.
“Tuh-sy-uh-neb,” said the boy, looking frustrated.
“Oh yes,” said Professor McGonagall looking embarrassed. “Tcieneb… uh…”
“Del-on-rah,” he pronounced to her, “Tcieneb Delonra. Sounds exactly like its spelled,” he smiled. The Great Hall gave a small laugh.
“Yes well… how about just Tci?”
“I am pleased to announce,” said Dumbledore, interrupting the boy placing the hat on his head, “that we have a new fifth-year student joining us this year from Durmstrang (another wizarding school). Since he was obviously not sorted here in his first year, he will be now, and I hope you will make him feel just as welcome as any other new student to your house.” With that, Dumbledore sat down and smiled. Tcieneb now looked extremely embarrassed as he sat there with the hat on his head. The hat looked as though it was thinking very hard, then it spoke:
“SLYHER- ahh!” Tcieneb shot up, and started walking over to the Gryffindor table, as though he didn’t even hear the hat say he was in Slytherin, or the fact that he made it fall on the floor. He walked straight up to Harry. The entire hall was laughing.
“Hello Harry!” he said. He had a deep voice that flowed nicely, “I saw you earlier and I wanted to get to meet you.” He put out a hand for Harry to shake.
“Uh, yeah. That’s great uh… Tci, but uh… you’re in Sly-” Harry was cut off.
“I just know we’ll be great friends, we both have a lot in common, you play Quidditch, I play it, you were raised by Muggles, I was too…” just then, Dumbledore spoke very loudly:
“Tci!” he said loudly. “Would you please proceed to the Slytherin table?” The entire hall exploded with laughter and Tci looked around.
“Oh, you mean… I’m not in Gryffindor?” he asked, looking almost scared. “But… I did everything I was supposed to do.. I-” he was cut off by Malfoy coming over and speaking to him.
“Come on over Tci, you don’t want to hang around this filth. Nice Swand you have there. I wanted one, but father said they’re too hard to find and not worth it. I can tell you…,” Malfoy trailed off indicating the thing in Tci’s sheath as he led him over to the Slytherin table.
“What was that about Hermione?” asked Harry as he poked her in the ribs.
“What? Huh? I wasn’t paying attention, I was busy studying.”
CHAPTER 9 - CLONUSOUTS AND TRYOUTS
After Harry and Ron had a good laugh about Hermione, Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement for the year.
“Hello students, welcome to another, or first, year at Hogwarts!” he said loudly. The hall burst into applause, Fred and George whistled and screamed sarcastically.
“I hope,” said Dumbledore, “that you will all leave this year with your brains more full than how you arrived, and I hope you will all also go on to your next year in the first place.” He looked in the direction of Marcus Flint, the seventh-year Slytherin Quidditch team captain who had set a record of stupidity by staying back for three years. He just smiled a disgusting toothy grin while the people next to him patted