Scorpius Malfoy and the- OOH SHINY!
Chapter 2: No, Really?
His heart was pounding, and even though he knew his name was towards the middle of the alphabet, he still almost ran forward in anticipation each time someone else's name was called.
Finally, after far too long, his name was called (although he barely heard it, so nervous that he was) and he ran up to the stool, where an old worn hat was plopped atop his head.
"A-ha!" a loud voice said, and he jumped, looking around quickly before realizing it was only the hat and gave a shaky relived sigh. "You don't really fit in with your parent's houses, do you? And not much of a bookworm, either."
"Please," the boy whispered. "Just not-"
"Slytherin!"
His father had never heard his son swear, but after the hat called out that house he felt the need to wash his son's mouth out with soap.
Brandon reluctantly slid off the stool and trudged towards the Slytherin table amongst a smattering of clapping.
Next Lilith was also sorted into Slytherin.
A few minutes later Professor Longbottom called out "Malfoy, Scorpius."
Scorpius cautiously walked to the stool and daintily sat down. Around the hall he saw people whispering and pointing, but before it could make him more nervous the hat was slipped onto his head and covered his eyes.
"I thought we'd gotten rid of all your lot!"
Scorpius frowned. "Just because I'm a Malfoy-"
"Not that, boy," the hat whispered, "I meant your plan to be the next dark lord."
The boy's eyes widened. "My father didn't tell me you read my mind-"
"A-ha!" the hat interrupted again. "Never give your plans away, because now I know that you really do want to be the next dark lord!"
"So… you don't read minds."
"Or do I?"
Scorpius yawned. "I'm bored."
"Fine, fine, you kids have no humor these days. Or attention spans. That gets rid of Ravenclaw. You trust nobody, let alone yourself, and I think you might scare all the Hufflepuff's to death, either that or create your own army and I don't know which is worse."
"So then the choice is clear," Scoripus said. "My father would have wanted me to go to-"
"Gryffindor!"
"Wait, what? No!" Scorpius frantically shouted at the hat.
"It'll be more entertaining this way," the hat whispered as it was being taken off.
Not the first student to trudge away after being sorted, Scorpius slowly went to the Gryffindor table. He tried sitting with other first years, but the upperclassmen told them to move over so there was no space. "We know you don't want to be here Malfoy," one of the upperclassmen whispered as the next name was called. "We don't want you, either."
Scorpius rolled his eyes and shoved one of the first years at the end of the table over. "Well, too bad." He sat down moodily, and the first year he'd shoved slowly inched away from the brooding boy.
The rest of the sorting went by in a blur, and before he knew it the feast was over. He looked longingly over at the Slytherin table where the only other two people he knew were, but then everyone stood up to go to their dorms and Scorpius lost them in the crowd. "First years this way!" some annoying boy with a nasally voice shouted at him.
This was promising to be a long year.
A/N: Yes, these chapters will be extremely short. I find that, if I wait until I write 5,000 words (the perfect length for chapters,) my stories A) become long and drawn out and B) are never finished. So I'm trying this different style of short snippets. I hope to make the chapters longer as I go, although I make no promises.
~Polki