I do not own Girl Meets World or Harry Potter. The sorting is my personal beliefs, and I'll explain them. Thanks for checking this out.
"I hear he moved here from America," Farkle whispered as Riley stared at the back of the boy's head. He was cute (not something most eleven year olds could achieve) and he'd seemed really nice when he'd run into Riley in the hallways. "He transferred to come to Hogwarts."
"What makes him so special?" Maya asked with a roll of her eyes. Riley loved her best friend to pieces, but she did not want to put up with this right now. "You don't even know him!" she told the other girl fiercely. Maya shrugged. "I can see he's a perfect little teacher's pet. Your dad'll love him."
Much to Riley and Maya's dismay, Riley's father Cory Matthews taught History of Magic at Hogwarts. Her dad was sweet, fun, and quirky, but... her dad was her teacher. "Yeah, I bet he will," Farkle agreed.
the sorting began. The headmistress called out names, until finally...
"Lucas Friar."
The boy gulped and made his way towards the stool and the Sorting Hat. "I'll betcha five galleons he's a Gryffindor," Maya announced to the group. "I say Hufflepuff," Farkle argued. "We're about to find out," Riley said in anticipation as the boy-Lucas-sat down.
Lucas squirmed, obviously very uncomfortable, as the Sorting Hat spoke to him in a voice so low only he could hear. "Better be... SLYTHERIN!"
There was a roar from the students dressed in green and silver as Lucas hopped off the stool and awkwardly made his way towards his appointed table. Riley gasped. "What? How?" The boy hadn't seemed at all like what everyone had always described Slytherin.
"No bet," Farkle muttered. "And this makes no sense. He never displayed any of the traits found in a Slytherin." Maya shrugged. "Well, that's one person I'll know in my house," she said dismissively. For some reason, everyone always assumed Maya would be in Slytherin. There was nothing wrong with Slytherin, of course, but that's what came to mind when people saw the fiery blonde.
"Maya Hart!" called the headmistress. Maya turned to her friends, her expression solemn. "See you on the other side, losers," she stated, and walked up. Maya sat on the stool. Riley watched her friend's stone cold expression melt as the hat learned all her secrets and fears.
"Tough decision," the hat mused. "But you're best off in... GRYFFINDOR!"
The scarlet and gold table whooped and whistled and hollered. Maya's mouth formed a little "o" and she was shaking as she walked towards her new house. Riley and Farkle both did double takes, and, as Riley scanned the teacher's table, so did her father.
"Whaaaaat?" asked Riley, even more surprised than she'd been when Lucas was sorted. "No way!"
"Maybe we underestimated our Maya," Farkle offered. Riley nodded, ashamed that an accessory knew her friend better than she did.
Riley was the next one of the group to be sorted. "Ah, another Matthews," murmured the Hat. "Where to put you? You have excellent marks in school, but there is more to intelligence than that. You're willing to take a risk, but you are not an adventurous spirit. And, while you have shown great ambition, you have overall shown to be morally sound, hard-working, and fiercely loyal. Silly me, the choice was obvious." Riley sucked in a breath, full of anticipation. "HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat roared. Riley felt giddy with relief as she slid into a seat next to her older cousin Josh. "Good job, Riles," he whispered to her.
Not long after, Farkle was sorted into (no surprise) Ravenclaw. Riley sighed. Her friends were mostly in different houses, but all the same, this was the start of an epic journey.