The Sorting Ceremony of Lily Evans
A/N: A ficlet that I was challenged to do. :) I love SNAPE here!
Lily Evans' Sorting Ceremony
The red-haired Muggleborn stood within the crowd of first years, trying to calm herself as she sensed her impending doom. She held her chin up, feigning bravery.
"You can do it," she heard someone whisper beside her. She turned and smiled when she finally saw a familiar face: that of Severus Snape's. His face held the barest hint of a smile for her and she was grateful. At least someone cared that she was worried.
She nodded at him and grinned brightly. He was a good friend and she really hoped they were in the same house.
"Evans, Lily," Professor McGonagall called out from behind her parchment. Lily gulped and gave Severus a helpless look. He just gave her a curt nod and a small reassuring smile.
She walked to the stool and sat, focusing her eyes on Severus. His earlier words echoed on her head. You can do it. She can do this.
As soon as the Sorting Hat was put on her head, it began to talk. "Hmmm…another interesting mind. You would do well in Ravenclaw but you have something…something distinct…better be in…GRYFFINDOR!"
Lily sighed in relief and gave a bright grin at Severus before standing up from the stool. She gave him a thumbs-up and wished him luck through her eyes. Severus just smirked. She made her way to the Gryffindor table, still refusing to take her eyes off her friend. She finally sat and was greeted with a lot of congratulations successfully distracting her.
Just before her friend was called, a good-looking boy with a pair of glasses, askew on the bridge of his nose, was sorted in Gryffindor, his eyes shining with mischief as he smiled at his House. His hair was tousled and he impishly nodded to the dark-haired boy across from her in the table. He sat beside her on the table and greeted the other boy, "Pretty fast, eh?"
"Yeah, yeah," the taller boy grumbled and the boy beside her laughed. He suddenly turned to her and offered his hand.
"Hello there. I'm James Potter. You are?" he implored.
She smiled and took his hand in her own and replied, "Lily Evans," just as the Sorting Hat called out, "SLYTHERIN!" to a greasy-haired boy who was eyeing them intently.