Lucy Weasley was terrified.
That was the only possible word to describe what she was feeling.
Terrified.
The Weasley pressure had always been too much for her to cope with. And now it was overwhelming.
Being one of the youngest, the older Weasley's wanted her to follow them, but, of course, being her crazy self, Lucy never did.
However, this time was an exception.
Lucy's sorting.
All of her cousins sat at tables, spread out across the Great Hall, all looking at her with expecting eyes. All of them wanting her in their house, the last Weasley left. Lily and Roxanne, both Lucy's age, had just been sorted.
The Hufflepuffs; Louis, Dominique and previously, Teddy.
The Ravenclaws; Victoire and Hugo.
The Gryffindors; Fred, Roxanne, Rose, Albus, and James.
Then there was the one Slytherin: Molly. Lucy's older sister.
The two had been ever so close and now Molly was a third year, and Lucy was a first year, though the two never voiced it, they both weren't sure if their closeness could survive Hogwarts.
"Weasley, Lucy" McGonagall read out sharply.
Whimpering, Lucy made her way up to the sorting hat with shaking legs. God, how she hoped no one noticed how weak she looked.
The hat couldn't decide between any of the houses. It said she was perfect for them all. Loyal and sweet, Hufflepuff. Sly and cunning, Slytherin. Brave and courageous, Gryffindor. Smart and studious, Ravenclaw.
That was the day a record was broken at Hogwarts.
The longest hat stall.
Nobody expected it to be a Weasley with the record. Sure, there were Weasley's in other houses, but it was expected to be called out as Gryffindor almost as soon as the hat touched their head, or not long after if they were placed any where else.
But not Lucy. She sat there for a long, agonising fifteen minutes while the sorting hat pointed out all her flaws and qualities.
Finally, it decided upon Gryffindor, and while Lucy was gutted she wasn't with her sister, she was also glad to be with her best friend – Roxanne.