Beloved princess

Transfer student

I enjoyed having a train compartment all to myself. I could read the potion books in peace, without any disturbances. I looked out the window and saw that it was raining, again. Not that I did not like raining, but I was getting sick of this humid air. Weather in France was totally different. I started reading again, loosing track of time ,until I heard some people talking outside my compartment.
"We are almost there aren't we?"
"Yes we should get changed, I don't want to be late"
"Oh, have you heard? ..."
Well, luckily I didn't have to get changed because I don't know my house yet. I have heard a lot about Hogwarts from my mother. She studied there and I heard that she was quite a brilliant witch sorted in Slytherin. I hope I can go there as well, she seemed to have enjoyed her years there.
Just like that time passed and we arrived at Hogwarts. I was wandering on the platform not knowing where to go . Should I follow the first years? Or the older kids? I didn't fret much and followed the first years, that were guided by some gigantic man,but nonetheless smaller than Madame Maxime.
Just like that I ended up on a staircase, squished between all the first years ,and in front of me a massive door made of wood.  In front of us appeared a woman, her hat was unfashionable but I could tell at a glance that she was an experienced witch.
"Welcome to Hogwarts.The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts."
Me and the first years waited for a few seconds and the big wooden doors opened, revealing a hall filled with children that were chatting, laughing or looking at the newcomers.
The teachers began to pay attention,for the sorting was to begin momentarily. I looked at every kid that was called out, they were scared stiff. I didn't think getting anxious was of any help to my situation so I just remained calm.
"Ben Smith"
"... Hufflepuff!"
"Amanda Jones"
".....Gryffindor!"
"Ambrosia Delacroix"
At last, my name was called, so I walked confidently towards the stool,where a dirty hat was placed. The hat was placed on my head and to my surprise,the hat began to talk inside my head. He murmured some questions, which I was sure he could have answered with the help of my memories (at least I thought he could see my life experiences to determine my house).
"Slytherin!"
I got off the stool and looked at the Slytherin table, they seemed to be really happy to get a new housemate,they were cheering loudly as well.
I was handed some robes and I sat down at the table. The evening passed without any incidents, thankfully.

To be continued....