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"Ravenclaw!"
The name echoed in my ears long after it had been called. I walked dazed and confused towards a table filled with people I didn't know. My brother and I simply stared at each other from across the hall both flabbergasted as to why we had been separated. We were always by each others' sides and now... Why did I have to be the one Weasley not in Gryffindor. I'm even a twin, where was the logic? If anything we thought it would have been Rose with her brains who might be put into Ravenclaw but here I was drifting towards the other side of the hall. They all seemed welcoming enough but even strangers seemed to wonder why I was the only Weasley who got sorted into a different house than the rest. Every Weasley in my family was a Gryffindor except for me. I was all alone now because The Sorting Hat decided it was be a nice joke to switch things up. As I searched for a place to go blue eyes pierced mine and I remembered what I had told myself earlier: I'd make friends with the twins. After all, they would at least be able to understand what I must be going through to find out I'll be spending 7 years at school away from my best friend and other half.
I quickly found myself sitting beside the twin who had caught my eye along the way. When I sat down he looked at me and smiled and for some reason I could not find anything plausible in my mind to say so I attempted to repeat the gesture though I must admit he was much more graceful at it than I was. What just happened? Roxanne Weasley does not get lost for words so what was that? I felt like this might turn out to be an even longer time away if I couldn't say words to new people without Fred around me. I tried to catch how Fred was interacting without me but it was really for naught. He was with family he had no reason to be uncomfortable with them. I'm the one stranded.
Suddenly a pale hand appeared in front of my face.
"Hello! And welcome to Ravenclaw. I'm Lorcan Scamander and I see you've met my brother Lysander," the twin besides the one I was sitting next to said.
"Yes hello," the one I learned was called Lysander said. I noticed his voice was a bit deeper than his brother's and I knew I'd have no trouble distinguishing the two—though they had to be identical. "Is it strange to be the blacksheep of your family?"
The question was so strange and asked with such casuality that it took me aback slightly. I didn't even notice that food had appeared on our plates until the two began eating while leaving both sets of eyes on me. Maybe I was wrong about twins understanding. Here's this boy jumping to conclusions about who I am without even learning my name.
"I am certainly no blacksheep of the family," I said with perhaps a little too much sass in my voice.
"I'm just about as confused as you are that I was not put into Gryffindor with my family."
The one called Lorcan was the first to respond. "What my brother was trying to say was how does it feel to be the lone Weasley outside of Gryffindor?" I could tell that me and this one were going to get along because he at least had enough sense to correct even that subtle wording mistake his brother made.
"Oh. Well, it really is weird isn't it. I don't really suppose I'll figure out soon how I got put into Ravenclaw but maybe McGonagall got scared at the idea of another set of Weasley twins and bribed the hat," I chuckled at the end of saying that one because from what my father said he did at this school, I wouldn't be surprised if that happened.
"I think that means you are special. It's rather unlikely that McGonagall would have or even could bribe a hat so being here shows that there is something in you that would best be nurtured in Ravenclaw," Lysander said.
"None of your other relatives have those traits so you are an individual," Lorcan added in agreement.
Looking at the two I found myself lost for words again but the smile that appeared on my face in response was not forced or awkward—just natural. I saw Lysander's eyes sparkle a bit when I looked at him and I knew that he and I had also just become friends because of his one statement. It was with those two boys that I began feeling as though I could handle the separation from my own twin.