Abbot to Zabini: A Page In The Life Of by xx_audrey

Hi everyone! This new fic is really ambitious. There will be a chapter for every character listed in the Unknowable Room's Fic Search Character List. They will be from different periods, mostly unconnected, just little snippets into the lives of each of the characters. Please do review, I will probably need a lot of feedback to make the story better =)

1. Abbot, Hannah

"Abbot, Hannah!"

A little roundfaced, blonde girl makes her way nervously up to the Sorting Hat. It is sitting upon a battered old stool, and Hannah worries that she will get a splinter on her behind when she sits down upon it. Then she worries that she will not be able to climb up because it looks as tall as her.

The imposing Professor McGonagall lifts the hand up with long, graceful fingers, and fairly glares at her when she continues to stand in front of the stool, frozen to the spot. "Miss Abbot, if you would proceed."

The stern tone jarrs Hannah and she lets out a slight squeak as she manages miraculously to hop up onto the stool unscathed.

The hat is dropped on her head, and she panics when a voice, soft and careworn and wise, speaks. "Not Gryffindor... You can be brave, you know, but you are not brazen enough..." the voice says, and Hannah is stock still with fright and wonder, because the hat is actually talking inside her head. "I'm not talking inside your head, silly girl. I'm merely whispering softly. You wouldn't do well in Ravenclaw."

Hannah is slightly offended. But she feels that the Sorting Hat is just trying to sort her out, and so she patiently waits. "Ah... a stable temperment, and patience too... I can see that you will be loyal to your friends and your causes... Can I tell you a secret?"

Not sure exactly what to do, Hannah nods. The students in the hall, and the other first years, look on intently.

"The house I am going to sort you into is the least respected, the most underrated."

Hannah wonders if this is supposed to make her feel better. She certainly wasn't going to be in Slytherin... was she?

"But it is the house that houses the ones with the hearts of gold. So you will be a... HUFFLEPUFF!"

She thinks the name sounds ridiculous but she couldn't be happier as she half runs, half trips towards the awaiting table, which has burst into applause. She knows this is where she belongs.