This is my frst Potter-fic and my first non-canon anything, so be gental with your reviews. J.K Rowling is the owner of everything in this fanfic except Macy Anne, which is mostly my creation. I hope you all love, laugh, and have magic-filled lives.

Year 1

Hugo Weasley had always been quiet, but the type of quiet was always varying. Some days he was bookishly quiet, taking after his mother with his nose in a novel. Other times, he was diabolically quiet, thinking of the pranks and other mischief he would pull that day. But today, when he was about to get sorted into his house at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was awestruck quiet, because at the Ravenclaw table, mere yards away from him, was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

She had been sorted before him, but for the life of him he couldn't remember her name. He was too busy imagining the fun he would have for the next seven years. The sorting went on without him listening for quite some time, but while he was staring off into space he saw her. She had dark mahogany hair and watery blue eyes that he was sure would sparkle if she laughed. She didn't look like she laughed often enough.

"Weasley, Hugo!" The headmistress called.

"What?" He asked before realizing what she was calling for. Out of embarrassment he got out of his seat too quickly, getting his legs caught, thus making him fall on his back.

He jumped back on his feet as soon as he heard the giggles and by the time he sat on the stool his face was almost as red as his hair.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat bellows after barely touching his scalp. He, being a Weasely, saw this coming.

Gryffindor clapped as he sat, his older sister and a majority of his cousins took seats around him. He was smiling and clapping other people's palms, knowing the people around him would be his family for the next seven years.

After all the excitement and hand-shaking, Hugo went back to spacing off. His spacing went on for 2 whole minutes before he was again entranced with the Ravenclaw girl.

Not being able to take the suspense anymore, he leaned over to fellow Gryffindor, Lorcan Scamander. The 2 had been best friends since birth and Lorcan was always credited as the one who could pay attention the longest, which made the adults laugh and mutter things like "Luna's son!"

"Hey, Lorc," Hugo whispered to his neighbor. "Who's the brown-haired chick over at the Ravenclaw table?"

Lorcan quickly glanced before turning his back told Hugo in a normal voice, "Dude, 60% of them are brunette. 25% of the brunettes are related to you." Hugo shushed his friend and whispered through his teeth, "The one sitting two spaces left of Longbottem." Lorcan again searched for Mary Frances, daughter of Hannah and Neville, practically a sister, found her, and went left.

"Oh, that's Macy Anne Dursley, or something like that. I think she's muggle-born."

"Really? Where'd you hear that?" He pushed, trying to remember where he heard Dursley and very interested in Lorcans information.

"She just looks it. She seems extra excited, but really scared, like it all must be a dream. We're all excited, but she's a little freaked out."

Hugo sighed. That's Lorcan's way, not having the dreamy air of his mother; he still deducted things with his gut, something Hugo couldn't stand.

"I need to meet that girl." Hugo whispers. Lorcan merely nods his head before he stands up and walks with the rest of the Gryffindors to their dorms. He caught one last look at Macy Anne, a Ravenclaw princess, before walking in line with the rest of his house.

Whatcha think? I thought it was okay, but I havn't been a potter fan for very long so I dont really know. Reviews are love and we all know the word needs more of that.