Chapter 570 - Not Slytherin! (1/2)

Having seen their fill all are about to turn away from the staff table, when Silvia says, ”Wait, who are all the new Professors?!”

They all turned back to glance at who she was staring at more than five new individuals. Why one of them is a short wizard with sly looking eyes. However, he and Professor Flitwick are happily conversing. Though most of the older girls' attentions are on the unknown ruggedly attractive wizard.

”I'm sure, we'll find out during the feast,” Bethanie murmured as the rest of them glanced at each other in curiosity.

The six of them turn back in their seats and begin to chat about their holidays. Bethanie shyly explained that she had spent the last few weeks at the Black's home since the marriage contract had been officially written between Regulus and her during the summer. (But the official betrothal ceremony would not take place until the following summer. And they would not officially wed until Regulus graduated from Hogwarts.)

Mid-way through listening to the conversation, Rowan glanced up to appreciate the enchanted ceiling. Unlike the last years of a stormy ceiling tonight, the night was rather clear. The moon was bright, and the stars lit up the sky. It was a most lovely evening.

Not long after Professor McGonagall sweeps in with a line of nervous 1st years and transfer students. Rowan merely ignores the sorting hat song and automatically claps for the sorted students. Finally, the first name she is interested in is called out, ”Chittock, Glenda!”

The pretty golden-haired girl with blue-green eyes sits down on the stool with the sorting hat pulled before her eyes. The sorting hats brim opens and shouts, ”Hufflepuff!”

With a pleased smile, Glenda trots off to the friendly smiling Hufflepuff table. She happily takes a seat and waits for her friend, Lorcan D'Eath's turn to go up.

More than a few students later the name is finally called, ”D'Eath, Lorcan!”

Some of the students stare at his rather pale skin, but ultimately pay Lorcan no further mind. After all, there were plenty of pale individuals seen at Hogwarts. And some of the students were so pale that their blue veins could be seen!

The sorting hat quickly shouts, ”Hufflepuff!”

Lorcan with great relief leaves the hat on the stool and wanders off to sit next to his friend, Glenda. It was good to be with someone he knew, and the Hufflepuff's seemed to be nice. And they really were. Mostly.

More names are called out as Rowan zones out until hearing, ”Lockhart, Gilderoy!”