Sandy and Chloe got off the train and followed a great big man to an equally huge hall with the ceiling replaced with the night sky. As we were ushered into the corner, the woman walked up with a parchment and her clear voice rang out, "Rusty Anderson."
He walked up hastily and placed the hat on his head and it cried out "Gryffindor!"
"Steven Arnold."
A boy walked over and paced the hat upon his head and before he could even sit on the stool it cried out, "Slytherin!" A roar rang out from a sea of green robes on snobby looking people.
People were called and then "Chloe Cobalt."
"Gryffindor!"
The list went on until finally, "Sandra Jude." The lady gave me a small smile as I walked up to the hat. I say down and gingerly placed the ancient hat upon my head.
*Oh! I have never sorted one of your kind before. In Gryffindor, you won't be a bore! You will be brave if only you can behave,* "Gryffindor!"
Chloe jumped up and grabbed me, "I am so glad you're with me. Now, we gotta watch all of our cousins get sorted." We sat down at our new table of red and gold.
"Lex Judson."
"Slytherin!"
"Lionel Judson."
"Slytherin!"
"Louis Judson."
"Slytherin!"
"Matt Judson."
"Gryffindor!"
"Scott Judson."
"Gryffindor!"
My cousin were triplets and twins born 9 ½ months apart, putting them in the same year in a family of 28. That was the family Chloe and I were both disowned from for our abnormalities. Chloe was a half alien on her mom's side, long story.
Louis, Lex and Lionel walker over to the Slytherin table and their 2nd year brother, Concord jumped up and gave them all brotherly hug/pat thing that boys do. "This is gonna be the best year ever!"
"I doubt that." Matt grumbled, 'how did miss Slytherin? All of our family has been there for the last three generations."
"Maybe we're meant to be something more than them, Scott piped up in defense of his new house.
I smiled at my cousins' conversation and though they might be right. Maybe I could reconnect with this, at least, this part of my family. They seemed okay, well, at least Scott.