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It was absolutely, and completely unacceptable and James refused to stand for it. A disgrace to their family name. No one in their family for generations had been sorted into Slytherin house; and then, in one night, his own brother managed to shatter that honorable standing. Then, as if pouring salt on the wound he was joined only moment's later by Roxanne?

Unacceptable.

He was pacing in front of the dying fire in Gryffindor Common room while his two best friends -Dominique Weasley and Emmeline Longbottom- watched warily.

"It's not that bad." Emma said and beside her the blonde-haired beauty that was James' part-Veela cousin winced.

James rounded on them his eyes blazing "Every member of our family is a Gryffindor."

Dom rolled her eyes "Does Victoire not exist, or something?" she asked "Or Rose? She got sorted into Ravenclaw, and you haven't said a thing about that."

"That's different, though isn't it?" stated Fred Weasley – a handsome fifth year who sat in front one of the arm chairs that his cousin and best friend Molly Weasley was curled up on. "Ravenclaw is at least sort of respectable."

Dom glared over at him "Shut up, Freddie, you're not helping." she commanded, ignoring the fact that her cousin was three years older and much bigger.

Fred opened his mouth to say something -probably that he wasn't trying to help- but shut it when Molly kicked him in the arm hard enough to shut him up, but not hard enough to hurt him. "Are you really surprised though, James? For Roxie, anyway. I mean...we all know what she's like." she ignored the look Fred shot her at the mention of his sister -of whom he was incredibly protective.

"Okay sure, fine, Rox is one thing." James agreed resuming his pacing. "But Al?" he shook his head "I mean the kid cries if someone looks at him the wrong way."

Everyone else in the room rolled their eyes at this statement. They all knew much better; Albus had not cried since he was a young boy...and certainly not in front of his brother. There was no use telling James this though.

"I'm disowning him." James announced firmly.

For once Dominique was the voice of reason when she said "Okay you cannot disown your own brother just because he didn't get sorted into the 'right' house. And two, what difference does it make?"

James stopped and looked at his cousin horrified "What difference does it make?" he gasped out "are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not. It's not that big of a deal James, get over it." There were few people in the world that had the courage to argue with Dominique Weasley when she used that tone and gave one that look.

Unfortunately, James was one of those people. "It is a big deal! He's my brother they'll kill him in that house."

Everyone was silent for a moment, thinking that for once James was admitting how much he cared for his little brother, and that the real reason for his freak-out belonged was do to worry.

"Well... they're still Lily." James replied breaking the silence -like he hadn't even noticed there was one- "She'll be a Gryffindor for sure."

A collective groan went up around James two years later when his sister was sorted into Hufflepuff.