To Those Slytherins...

Sorting Part One

        Samantha, Becka, and I entered the Great Hall and searched the Slytherin table for our friends. Elizabeth saw us and waved us over. She was her smiling bubbly self. She hugged us in turn while the boys stood to greet us properly. Dirk pushed past Liz to get to me. He nuzzled his face into my hair.

        "You hear about the girl?" he whispered. I giggled to keep up appearances.

        "Of course, don't be stupid," I replied. 

        "Blood type?" he asked. I pulled back and kissed him softly before I sat down. He understood. Phoebus plopped down next to me. his soft curls swirled around his face. He grinned at me.

        "Well then, isn't it our little trouble maker! How was summer?" He asked.

        "Fine, yours?" 

        "It was great! The Yaxleys sent me a very nice broom for me to ride, if you know what I mean," He laughed. I smirked at him.

         "Careful Phoebus. One day the money and 'brooms' will run dry," Jacob told him.

        "Exactly! Why not enjoy my comforts now?!" Phoebus smiled. 

        "Yes why not! In fact you should share your comforts with the less fortunate," Dirk said sweetly.

        "Last time I checked you weren't in the need for comfort Dirk," Phoebus poked me. 

        "Don't worry Phoebus, one day I may get bored of Dirk and want to play with you instead. I know those other brooms are poor replacements," I winked at him. Dirk roared with laughter, causing some of the Ravenclaws to look our way.

        "That'll be the day," Dirk said. Elizabeth, Sam, and Becka stopped their chittering to spare us a glance. They continued their conversation after they saw everyone was playing nicely. 

        "Anyway, Jacob I want you to keep an eye on McGonagall," I asked softly.

        "I'll look suspicious if I watch her to closely," He replied with the same tone. 

        "Becka adopted a first year. If he's a Slytherin you have your cover. Act like you are telling him about the teachers," I said. Phoebus groaned.

        "I know, but we should be looking for first years to replace us anyway. We don't have much longer here," I patted Phoebus on the back. 

        "Its not the first year. Look at the new Herbology teacher," He sat his head on the table. We all turned our attention to the teacher's table. 

There sat Neville Longbottom.