"Hi, Rose," Albus said as he reluctantly sat next to his cousin, Rose Weasley, on the Hogwarts Express. Most of his family was sorted into the house of Gryffindor. His father, Harry, his mother, Ginny, his uncles, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron- were all sorted into Gryffindor. James, his brother, was the first not to be sorted into Gryffindor, and he instead got into the house of Hufflepuff. What really mattered to Albus was what house he was going to be in. Was he going to be in Gryffindor, the house of the brave, like many of his relatives? Or perhaps Ravenclaw, the house of the wise? Possibly Hufflepuff, his brother's house of loyalty? He was worried that he might get into the house of Slytherin- the ambitious, power-hungry, cunning, self-absorbed house of Slytherin.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" Rose asked. "Uh..." He wasn't really thinking, and he blurted out, "Hufflepuff. You?" Rose looked confused. "Hufflepuff? I never really liked Hufflepuff. No offense to your brother." "As if you know anything about Hufflepuff," Albus muttered. "Well, anyways, I want to be in Gryffindor, like most of our family." Albus shivered when she said "most." It gave him a weird feeling that his brother was the first to be in Hufflepuff, although he was rather mean to Albus, instead of Gryffindor.
