The thin lady who oversaw the sorting tapped my shoulder on the way out the hall.
"Follow me." She said, in a no-nonsense voice that sounded very familiar.
"By the way, I'm Mrs. McGonagal."
She looked at me in a sorry sort of way, clicking her tongue.
I realized then that I still had my Liverpool shirt on, and tried hastily to explain why.
"Well you see... Du-Dumbledore said he had an extra cloak and stuff and I couldn't really afford all the supplies or the tuition and I-" I muttered, apologetically.
"Oh, don't worry dear. That's where we're going now. Dumbledore explained your situation to me." She patted my shoulder and lead me through the winding hallways. She finally paused at a stone slab and quietly muttered,
"Golden Toffee,"
The door swung open to a winding spiral stair case.
"Whoa." I said, peering through the door way and jumping up into the first step. The lady smiled warmly at me before urging me onward, a faraway look in her eyes. I hopped up the stairs two at a time and finally came to a very large office. Dumbledore, the wizard who had visited me at BOSRDM, was waiting in a large velvet chair, a cheerful smile on his face.
"Please, Sit down." He motioned to the other chair.
I did as he said, drumming my fingers on my lap as he slowly reached over and grabbed his glasses.

"So I believe your name is Bean?" He said, his eyes twinkling.
"Yes sir." I said.

"Bean. An interesting name. Nonetheless, I assume it is not your real name?" He said, taking a sip of tea.

"I dunno sir," I shrugged. "That's the name I've been called since as long as I can remember. But I can't 'magine why any parents would name a kid 'Bean,'." I said, then sat up, interested.
"Why? You know my real name?" I asked, staring intently at Dumbledore.

"Do you dislike your current name?" He said, a hint of a smile on his face.
"Not really sir. But kids can make an awful lot of jokes when your name is synonymous with a tiny, shriveled, vegetable."

Dumbledore laughed. "Well, I'm pleased to tell you that at Hogwarts, lots of people have funny names. Including myself. But if you'd like a more... Let's say 'normal' name, I'd be happy to enlighten you."

"Really?"

"Your name is Jamison."

I smiled, repeating the name in my head.

Professor McGonagal, who must have been eavesdropping in the doorway, sighed and stepped forward.
"Oh Albus." She said, a few tears in her eyes.
"Do you think she's named after...?"
Dumbledore nodded.

"What? Why's she crying?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it... Jamison. Or do you prefer Jamie?"

"Jamison is good." I said, still slightly sidetracked by her tears.

Dumbledore smiled, pointing his wand to a dark space in the corner and made a pulling motion. A pile of packages and a trunk floated over and landed in front of me.

I looked down, slightly speechless, as Dumbledore grinned. "Go on." He said, pointing to the pile. "They're yours now."
I leaned forward, picking up the first parcel, which was wrapped in a yellowish-brown parchment.
Removing the paper, I realized it was a Hogwarts cloak, with a Gryffindor symbol on the chest.
"Thank you," I said, smiling widely at Dumbledore.
Next I unwrapped the rest of the uniform, and then the course books, and then a trunk. But the best present was the last one I picked up.
It was a letter inside in envelope, a check, actually, made out to Hogwarts for 7 years tuition. There was no signature at the bottom though.
"Really?" I said, shocked.
"Who... y'know, payed for..." I asked.
"No matter, I assume you'd like to unwrap the rest in your dorm. Mrs. McGonagal, please escort Jamison to the Gryffindor common room. " He flicked his wrist and the parcels disappeared, probably heading to my dorm.

Mrs. McGonagal walked me back, explaining that I was to come to Dumbledore's office first thing tomorrow morning to go get a wand.
We soon appeared at a portrait of a rather fat lady.
"Kalends," Mrs. McGonagal said to the lady. and the paining swung open to reveal a common room, with several students sitting in plush armchairs around a fire.

"Here we are." Mrs. McGonagal smiled and turned to leave, pausing for a second before walking away, a conflicting expression on her face.

I then realized I had forgotten to ask what my last name was.