"Elric, Alphonse" McGonagall announced.
"Elric? Like Edward Elric?"
"Isn't he the brother of the terrorist!?"
"The only person to ever successfully break into Gringotts?"
"Didn't he steal the Malfoy fortune?"
McGonagall looked rather shaken, her skin was pale and she looked at the young, fair skinned boy as he stepped up to the stool, sat down and put on the sorting hat.
One word filled the hall.
'SLYTHERIN!'
In Stark contrast to the behavior of the other tables, indeed that same table not three minutes earlier there was only silence as everyone in the hall looked at Draco Malfoy slouching in his seat looking unpleasent in his threadbare, clearly secondhand robes.
Alphonse Elric, sensing this, sat at the very end of the table.
He couldn't wait to send a letter home.
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