Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble-- A Next-Generation-Harry-Potter Tale.
PART I: Faded
Chapter 3: Lucy Weasley, Sorting and the Feast
Lucy Weasley
Sorting, and the Feast
I watched, smiling, as the first years entered the Great Hall. That was me, two years ago. They were so dang cute. I couldn't remember me being that cute.
"Look, there's Hugo," I whispered to Rose as her brother hurried in behind Lily. Professor McGonagall called up each child. The sorting hat looked more gnarled than ever this year, almost threadbare. That made me kind of sad, for some reason. When had it gotten so old? The only possible reason I could think of was the Battle of Hogwarts, all those years ago when the Dark Lord had been destroyed. But that had been so long ago. Maybe I'd just never noticed how old it was.
Before either Hugo or Lily came the "Malfoy brat" as my father might say. I tried to remember his name... Scorpius's little brother... hm... Damien? Something like that?
"SLYTHERIN!" the sorting hat called out, without barely touching his head. "Whoop-de-doo," Roxanne whispered into Liz's ear.
"Lily Potter!" Professor McGonagall said. Lily, who looked absolutely adorable with her red-orange hair and pale skin and new Hogwarts uniform, hurried up to the sorting hat, placed in on her head, and squeezed her eyes shut as if she were concentrating really hard. So cute!
Sola Scamander and I met glances and smiled. I knew she was thinking the same thing. I was close friends with Sola, even though most people thought she was a few straws short of a haystack. Even if I don't believe in those crumply-horned snork-whatsis, she is a very nice person. And she's taught me all this cool stuff about meditation.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat bellowed. We all clapped and cheered as Lily jumped off the stool and hurried to our table to sit next to her brother.
We all whispered anxiously to the first year Gryffindors until...
"Hugo Weasley!" Professor McGonagall called. Hugo marched up and sat on the stool...
It pondered for so long we started to worry. A Weasley being considered for anything but Gryffindor?
"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted. Hugo looked very relieved. We clapped and cheered as Hugo came down to sit by Lily.
Professor Dumbledore said a few words and the feast appeared. There was treacle tart.
It was so great to be home.