The sorting hat sat among his head remaining silent reading all thoughts and emotions presented from underneath.
"Yes I do believe this will do quite well, HUFFLEPUFF!" The last word screamed out into the crowded hall filled with tiresome polite applause. There has to be a mistake! He thinks panickly to himself while remaining frozen on the bar stool. How can I, a Malfoy possibly be sorted into Hufflepuff? I'd take death or even worst Gryffindor over this!
Professor Dumbledore standing amidst the remaining first years waiting to continue on looks up at the boy.
"Lucius please join your housemates."