First Year, Sorting Night:
Rose waited impatiently.
Finally she heard her name called from the long list.
As she walked up to the little stool she glanced at James, sitting at the Gryffindor table scowling at her.
She glanced at Albus, sitting proudly at the Hufflepuff table.
"Eye on the prize Rose" she thought "Eye on the prize".
The prize, of course, was Gryffindor but Ravenclaw would be fine too.
She walked up and allowed the hat to be placed on her head. Her head was suddenly alive with voices.
Uggggggggh. Said the voice Not ANOTHER Weasly. But I like you. You have potential. And you know where I put potential? In…………………..SLYTHERIN!!!!!!!!!
The hall was silent. A Weasly was just sorted into Slytherin?!
Rose kept her head high. Proudly she walked to the Slytherin table.
They all looked so………intimidating.
Finally she spotted two first years that had just been sorted. They looked almost as nervous as she was. She walked over.
"Hi." She said. "I'm Rose."
They immediately scooted over to let her sit in between them. She did.
"I'm Scorpious Malfoy." said the blond boy, sticking out his hand. She shook it.
"And I," said the girl with black hair in ringlets, tapping her on the back and sticking out her hand, "am Mary Goyle." Rose shook her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you." She said. "Pleasure." they answered.
And just like that Rose knew she had made friends.