"Darcy, Fitzwilliam!"
Fitzwilliam walked up to the stool, and felt the Sorting Hat being lowered onto his head. He hoped he'd be put in Slytherin- that was where all his family had been Sorted.
"Hmm," said a voice. "Hmm...Let's see, lots of pride, yes, but you're very clever...yes, I think you'd do quite well in RAVENCLAW!"
Fitzwilliam was shocked. He was so sure he would be in Slytherin, but the Sorting Hat had put him in Ravenclaw. Not that Ravenclaw was an entirely bad house, but...what would his family think?
With a start, he became aware that he had somehow walked over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down. He looked at the first years that hadn't been Sorted yet and realized that some amount of time had passed, because there were only a few people left.
After everyone had been Sorted, the Headmaster- Dexter Fortesque, stood up. He made a few announcements, then finally said, "Let the feast begin!"
As soon as he said that, the plates suddenly became filled with all sorts of food, and Fitzwilliam tucked in. Maybe, he thought, even though he wasn't in Slytherin, Hogwarts might not be so bad.