They were both huddled amongst all of the first years in that chamber next to the Great Hall. Unlike the rest of their fellow first years, Fred and George Weasley were wearing identical smirks.

"Hey, Lee," said George, turning to face their new friend.

Lee gave the doors a nervous look before answering, "What, Fred?"

"Our brothers told us that to sort us the teachers make us prove ourselves," replied Fred, they didn't actually know what happened and their brothers told them no such thing but . . .

"How?" asked a pixie-like girl apprehensively.

"Have to fight a troll," they responded simultaneously.

All the first years gasped at the same time. Honestly, if they were that gullible technically the twins couldn't be blamed for anything they believed.

"You're taking the mick," declared another girl unsurely, and then she added, "I'm Angelina Johnston."

The twins shook their head solemnly

"We're not-"

"-It's quite simple actually-"

Most of the first years had gone so white, they could pass for ghosts and they were starting to shake. Wimps.

Angelina interrupted, "How does making us fight a troll tell us what house we're going to be in?"

"We're getting there-"

"-If you run up and try to fight it straight away, you're a Gryffindor-"

"If you say you'll stay and help others, you're a Hufflepuff-"

"-If you know how to defeat it, you're a Ravenclaw-"

"-and if you can get past it without it noticing, you're a Slytherin."

The room was silent. A fair few of the students were muttering, "No, no, no." Or "Want to go home," or, "Mummy, help me."

Professor McGonagall swept into the room announcing, "The Sorting will begin."

Everyone burst into tears.

"What happened?" she demanded.

"Don't want to fight a troll!" whined a brown haired boy.

McGonagall's eyes flashed before asking, "And who told you that."

"Er, Gred?" started George, "Isn't she the Professor who Charlie said not to cross?" as everyone pointed at them