Hogsmeade Station looks to be on the outskirts of a little village. The train platform is small and dark, with the sun well and truly set by now, so it's easy to spot the bright lantern as it approaches - not from the direction of the village, but by a dark forest path leading the opposite way, and being carried by Mr. Hagrid. He whistles, loudly, to get the children's attention, and calls, "First years over here!"
She's the second of her friends Sorted - Ami's the first, of course - and she goes to sit at Gryffindor, waving first at Hermione and then at Neville to come sit by her.
(It's a little bit sad that Ami didn't get into Gryffindor with them...)
Ami claps for all three of his friends when they're Sorted, beaming.
Serpens Malfoy ends up sitting next to him (she'd talked very briefly with the Hat; he'd mentioned she might be a fit for Ravenclaw, but they both agreed she really belonged in Slytherin).
The murmurs of conversation die down, as a tall, thin, bearded man stands up from the center of the Head Table. A brass owl decorating the table in front of him flares its wings and rises into the position of a podium. The attention of the hall becomes fixed on him.
Huh. He looks wizard-y, more than most wizards Harriet's seen.
"Welcome," he calls jovially to the Great Hall, "and/or welcome back, to Hogwarts! Six sevenths of you know me as Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and now seven sevenths of you do. To our new students, I hope you will discover you were sorted well, and to our returning ones, I hope you will do your best to help make it so. I would like to take a moment now to introduce the rest of our fine staff, but the look on your faces tells me I should probably get you fed first, so, if you please - "
He steps back from the podium, inclines his head and spreads his hands, and a banquet's worth of food appears on each House table.
Wow! She blinks down at the suddenly appearing food, surprised, and gingerly begins serving herself a little bit of everything in reach.
Dumbledore gets to his feet once again as the feast ends. "I do love our feasts," he says conversationally. "I hope everyone found it at least as delicious as I did. Now, briefly, before you all head off to bed, I should go over a few things. First years should note that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to students of all ages, per the appellation 'Forbidden Forest.' It is home to many kinds of dangerous magical creatures, and portions of it are considered the jurisdiction of the native Centaur tribe, who do not take kindly to wizarding interlopers. Deep diving in the Hogwarts Lake is also prohibited, although you are at liberty to wade. No magic is to be used between classes in the corridors, and in particular you are not to attempt to cast jinxes on your fellow students. The Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library is also out of bounds to students without a signed notice from a professor."
She listens intently, noting that she should find out if magic is allowed outside of classes not in the corridors.
"But on what I hope should be a less tiresome note, I also wish to introduce some of our staff. You will have already met Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House..."
She nods her head and waves a little.
"In Ravenclaw we have Filius Flitwick," a small and oddly crumpled-looking old man, "and in Hufflepuff, Pomona Sprout." A plump, maternal sort of woman who gives a wide smile as she's introduced. "And heading up Slytherin House is Professor Severus Snape."
A severe-looking dark haired man, presumably Professor Snape, inclines his head expressionlessly, his eyes briefly skating over the tables.
She notes each one, mentally repeating their names to herself. (Teachers don't like it when you forget their names.) (Also she tries to figure out their personalities a bit, but, well, she doesn't have much to go on yet.)
"You'll have plenty of occasions to get to know the rest of your teachers in the coming weeks," Dumbledore says. "But for now, it's been a long day and a hearty feast for us as well as for you, and many of us on both sides of the head table are probably about ready for bed; so I'll send you off. First years, follow your House Prefects to your dormitories."
She stands with the others, sticking close to Hermione and Neville as they file out - staring around in wonder, still, at all the magic of the place.
She nods. "What happens if you forget one?"
"I'll let you in, dear," the portrait calls in a motherly sort of voice. (A few of the kids chuckle.)
"Yeah," says another prefect, a girl who never introduced herself, "realistically people don't try to sneak into other dorms by shapeshifting into students and pretending to forget the password very often."
"But best practice is to ask a Prefect or another Gryffindor student," Percy says.
Best practices sound good. Kids are jerks, a lot. She bets if they could sneak places they aren't allowed by shapeshifting they would.