Rosie stood next to Albus in the crowd of first years, waiting for her name to be called. Glancing around, she took in everything there was to see.
On the ceiling overhead, stars glimmered and sparkled, just like the night sky right outside. The surrounding walls were richly decorated with large posters of the different House symbols and colors. Her eyes went instinctively to the red and gold lion, her heart swelling with pride. She also took in the four huge tables lined up side by side, each one seating students of all ages. Finally, her eyes returned to the crowd she was standing in. She didn't recognize anyone, except for her cousins and a few family friends.
Then she spotted him. A boy with sleek blond hair, prominent chin, and greenish-gray eyes was staring at her, but his look was not menacing. Instead, it seemed curious and almost shy. She raised her eyebrows and blushed, her flaming red hair appearing to dim by comparison. He must have been Scorpius, the boy her father and uncle had been chuckling about before she had mounted the train. Yes, that was who he was. Scorpius Malfoy, son of the well-known businessman named Draco Malfoy.
Suddenly, Albus let out a groan beside her, and her mind registered that his name had been called.
Potter, Albus.
He slowly walked up to the stool at the front of the room and waited as a worn-out looking hat was placed on his head. She waited with fingers crossed for his House to be called, hoping against hope that he would be put with his brother. Albus was very shy for eleven, and often tagged along with his brother, James.
Gryffindor!
She let out a sigh of relief, smiling as he practically pranced to the Gryffindor table and joined his brother, who gave him a tremendous clap on the back and his signature smirk. But she barely had time to relax before her own name was called.
Rose, Weasley.
Feeling nearly a thousand pairs of eyes on her, she walked solemnly to the stool and sat down. The notorious Sorting Hat was set down on her head and after three seconds of consideration, it shouted...
Gryffindor!
She beamed happily, trying her best to resist skipping to the table where she had dreamed of being for the past year. James gave her a big hug, followed by Albus and Marietta Longbottom, her very best friend. She had long blond hair, huge blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. Mostly, her looks had come from her mother, Luna Lovegood Longbottom. (Try saying that five times fast)
Next came an inspiring speech by their headmaster and an eruption of laughter caused by a peculiar poltergeist named Peeves. And finally, the feast began. Rosie stuffed herself on lamb, garlic mashed potatoes, pumpkin juice, and later, apple pie. This would definitely be a night to remember.