Arthur looked up at his parents curiously, not really sure what to expect, then again, he never knew what to expect when it came to his parents.
Staring into his mothers deep green eyes and his fathers nearly black orbs, he found them to be unreadable as always, always keeping their emotions hidden, never letting their feelings known.
Breaking the stare, he saw his fathers mouth twitch, and Arthur wondered what he would say now.
"Make us proud," said Michael Weasley, saying it for the first time which Arthur could remember.
Michael Weasley's idea of making people proud wasn't necessarily the same as his sons. A traditional pureblood family, they held all the traditional pureblooded values and prejudices and were incredibly rich with many different properties around the globe. This of course included the belief that pureblooded wizards were superior, and muggles and mudbloods were basically scum.
Arthur was expected to be sorted into Slytherin. Secretly, he wished to be sorted into Ravenclaw, he had always loved reading and knowledge. At least it wasn't Hufflepuff or Gryffindor he desired, his parents would never find being sorted into either or those houses acceptable. They would probably end up disowning him if that happened.
Even if it wasn't the path that his parents wanted him to take, he wanted to do something different, something which would probably end up with him being the black sheep of the family because he wanted to take the right path
This was his last thought as he grabbed his trunk and headed in the direction of the steaming red Hogwarts Express…