A/N: I am so sorry for not uploading sooner. My laptop with all my stories had taken a bath and then I hit it with an alarm clock. So, it's dead. It's in the repair shop cause I'm hoping it will get resurrected. Also, I know I haven't added a lot of Jace in this chapter, but with the right nudge, I'll have more of him in the next one. I haven't uploaded in ages and during that time, I think my writing style might have changed. I would love to hear what you think, so please review!

Also, the pairings are not set in stone. Review with the pairings you think everyone should go with or with couples/ideas you want to see in this story.

I stared at the glittery boy some more as he sat on the stool and smiled out at everyone. The raggedy hat took its time before declaring the boy being a Gryffindor. He stayed a couple more seconds on the stool and his eyes locked on mine. I squinted to have a better look but it was real. His eyes looked exactly like a cat's, from its shape to its yellowish hue.

"WE GOT BANE! WE GOT BANE!" A couple redhead boys cheered, standing up with the rest of the table to congratulate the boy.

"Congrats, Magnus, you made it in," I overheard a dark-skinned older boy saying, shaking Magnus Bane's hand and patting his back.

I tuned out and back in when my name was called. I stumbled to the wooden stool and sit on it, the hat now placed on my head.

Well, well, well. I haven't had one like you before. I quite like you. Intelligent but not prizing it above all. Kind but not to those you dislike. You have spunk, Miss Fairchild. There's only one house for you.

"Gryffindor," the hat announced, almost lazily. I gave Harry a reassuring smile and stepped down to sit at the Gryffindor table after setting the hat gently back on the stool. A boy named Seamus Finnegan got moved instantly in Gryffindor before Hermione sat on the chair.

She stayed for a little while and I could see her blinking fast before the hat made her Gryffindor.

I asked Hermione if she was alright as she sat beside me. She nodded and we watched Alec, Isabelle and Jace become Gryffindors as well.

When it was Harry's turn up there, I widened my eyes. I could hear him whispering "Not Slytherin, not Slytherin" desperately. When he made it in Gryffindor, I was on my feet, like the rest of Gryffindor. They seemed to take his arrival well. I could see a few Slytherins cursing under their breath.

Actually, I could hear it.

"Bleeding Gryffindors get Potter, don't they?"

"Those gits. That git."

"My father will hear about this."

I rolled my eyes and continued waiting patiently as Dean Thomas and Ron Weasley got sorted into Gryffindor as well.

When Zabini, Blaise got sent to Slytherin a couple moments after the hat touched his dark head.

An old man with a white beard long enough to tuck into his belt and sparkling blue eyes stood from his seat at the Head Table.

"He's the Headmaster. Albus Dumbledore. Absolutely brilliant, though a little eccentric," someone whispered near me.

Dumbledore smiled and said a couple sentences, ending with odd-sounding words before sitting once more.

I turned my head towards the table and my mouth fell open. Food of every taste, color and shape was piled on the table.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one loving the food. Ron had a turkey leg in his left hand and a chicken drumstick in his right, taking turns to eat them hungrily.

Hermione seemed to stare at Ron with a disgusted expression on her face. Isabelle, Jace and Alec were copying her expression, staring at Ron in disbelief.

Harry seemed to be the only one not shocked by our ginger friend. Harry, while eating carefully as if thinking that it would get snatched away, had the same level of excitement shining in his green eyes.

I turned to the towering stack of lamb chops and daintily picked one off the pile before picking up my fork and knife to cut through the tough skin.

"Clary?" Ron called for my attention and I lifted my head to look at him.

"Yes, Ron?"

"That's not how you eat lamb chops. You hold them with your hand and bite them. No fork or knife or spoon or anything else." Ron put his turkey and chicken bones down before picking up a lamb chop and gripped it's leg firmly. "Copy me."

I hesitated but at Ron's face, put down my cutlery and grabbed the lamb leg. I echoed his movements as he brought it close to the mouth and opened it, biting the lamb and tearing through the meat.

The noise of that, surprisingly loud, attracted the attention of the redheaded twins cheering when Magnus Bane had gotten sorted into Gryffindor.

"Ronniekins. Not in front of the ladies." The tallest by a centimeter said mockingly, giving Isabelle, Hermione and I pointed looks.

"You are?" Isabelle asked, raising her eyebrows at the twins.

"Fred." The tallest said.

"George." The other said.

"How are you supposed to tell them apart?" Neville Longbottom asked, staring at them.

"We can't," Ron said at the same time I grinned and spoke, "that's easy."

A lot of the Gryffindor table was suddenly silent and began watching me.

"Go on, then. How do we look different?" Fred and George said in unison, grinning at me.

"Well, first of all, Fred is taller than George by a centimeter."

"How do you know it's not his hair sticking up?" A dark skinned boy with dreadlocks asked, smiling widely.

"Because that's another one; Fred's hair is slightly less messy and doesn't stand up while George's does."

"She's good," a couple people remarked.

"Also," I continued, "George's eyes have brown flecks in them. Fred has green flecks."

"I haven't noticed that," a blonde girl said, chuckling.

"There's one other thing. This would be pretty obvious if they didn't wear their hair so long."

Fred and George exchanged a grin, as if they knew exactly what I would say. They stood up and I pushed myself to stand on the bench before turning to Fred. Because of my height, I was only a little taller than the twins, who, in my opinion, were giants.

I put a hand on the right side of Fred's neck and brushed his hair back to reveal a scar, almost faded and running to the small length of an inch.

Then I moved back and sat down, as the twins did as well.

"How do you even notice all that?" Hermione asked suspiciously, as if I was using some sight enhancers.

"I have pretty good vision."

"Not good. Brilliant," Ron remarked.

"How did you see my scar, though?" Fred asked.

"I saw the edge of it when you were clapping for Magnus Bane because you were shaking your head," I admitted, playing with my napkin.

"You have earned our respect," George told me and his twin nodded quickly.

"That's really cool, Clary," Harry whispered in my ear and I smiled at him.

My year was off to a good start.