Levi Morgan's POV
"Firs' years! Firs' years!" A gigantic man called outside of the Hogwarts Express. Levi made his way towards him with Elsie and the others that wondered into their compartment. He wasn't quite sure what to make of them yet. Tamara seemed nice enough, a little too outgoing for his taste. He had a strange feeling that friendship with her was unavoidable and more trouble than it was worth. Lucy and Edmund didn't really bother him, they might even make decent friends. Elsie he already knew, but he wasn't necessarily sure that was a good thing.
Edmund left their group to join the other third years while he, Elsie, Tamara, and Lucy all got into the same boat that they and all the other first years were being directed to. Immediately, the boats pushed off on their own, causing Lucy to squeal in surprise. Must be difficult for her being a muggleborn and all. Tamara was ecstatic, practically jumping up and down on the boat, when Hogwarts came into view. Elsie's facial expressions didn't really change, honestly Levi would've been more surprised if she had looked excited. Levi was just relieved to finally be there.Once they docked at shore, Levi got off the boat first and helped assist the three girls off as well. His mother approved of gentleman behavior at all times. Levi found it mesmerizing of how red Lucy's face got when he helped her off, he hoped he hadn't made her uncomfortable.
Soon, they were in a whole crowd of first years, Levi found it particularly odd when he spotted a round faced boy holding onto a toad for dear life. The giant man, named Hagrid apparently, walked up the steps and knocked on the door three times, which was answered by a witch in emerald green robes. Her black hair was pulled into a tight bun and she had a stern look on her face.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.
"Thank-you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She pulled the doors wide open. The entrance hall was so large that Levi felt incredibly small, which is rare because of his obnoxious height, even at eleven.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall began, "The start-of-term feast will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes together with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room."
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is rewarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."
"The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you're waiting. I shall return for you when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall, "Please wait quietly."
Levi figured that the test would be pretty simple since it was going to be taken by first years, but he felt prepared enough from being practically trained by his two older brothers and parents, who were all in Ravenclaw. Elsie looked like a stone statue and Tamara looked like she was about to pass out. Lucy, on the other hand, was redder than he thought was healthy. He saw a girl in the corner with bushy brown hair, face tight with concentration, muttering spells to herself. Then, he heard Lucy shriek. He looked around and noticed that there were ghosts everywhere. The ghosts were conversing with each other about some person named Peeves until they noticed the group of students goggling at them.
"New students!" a fat friar ghost said, smiling at each of them, "About to be sorted, I suppose? Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know." Elsie shuddered at this.
"Move along now," said a sharp voice, "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned. One-by-one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
They were led into the Great Hall and Levi was impressed with the magical illusion of a starry sky on the ceiling. Thousands of candles were floating in mid-air amongst four tables that were filled with glittering goblets and plates. At the top of the hall, there sat the teacher's table all lined up in a row. They all came to a halt in front of the teachers then they turned around to face the students. All eyes were on them. Professor McGonagall put a four-legged stool in front of them and placed a hat on top. The hat formed a mouth and began to sing a rather long song about the four houses. The hat must've worked hard on it, so Levi was polite and clapped at the end. He wasn't too focused on the words of the song because all he cared about was how to convince the hat that he belonged in Ravenclaw.
Professor McGonagall pulled out a long list and began reading off names, "Abbot, Hannah." The sorting hat placed her in Hufflepuff. Right after, "Balderdashton, Elsepeth." Elsie made her way onto the stool looking paler than normal. Levi had never seen Elsie look scared before, but she had a very unmistakable look of terror in her eyes. The sorting hat was placed on top, not even five seconds later, "Slytherin!" resounded from the hat. Elsie looked as if a pile of bricks has been lifted off of her shoulders. Levi wasn't sure why, being sorted into Slytherin wouldn't give him any relief, but he knew Elsie's family were all strict pure-bloods.
He heard several more names being called and sorted. The bushy brown haired girl, Hermione Granger, was sorted into Gryffindor, along with the round faced boy, Neville Longbottom. Before he knew it, he heard,
"Morgan, Leviticus." Looking over at the Ravenclaw table, he saw both his brothers laughing silently at him. They were definitely going to pay for that. He approached the hat, McGonagall placed it over his eyes, and it began to speak to him, "Well. I see what house you are pushing for. Want to keep up the family trade mark of being in wise old Ravenclaw. Well, you are definitely not my first Morgan, and you value what Ravenclaw stands for greatly, so..." "Ravenclaw!" called out the hat. Both of his brothers stood up and applauded. Levi could imagine he looked about as red as Lucy in that moment. He placed himself in between his brothers, Gen and Ex, very gleeful that he was in the house of his choice. He heard,
"Pevensie, Lucy." He turned to watch as the hat was placed on her head. It was on her head for a good two and a half minutes until it announced,
"Hufflepuff!" He spotted Edmund giving Lucy two thumbs up. Apparently, Edmund was happy that Lucy wasn't in Slytherin.
"Potter, Harry." Now that got Levi's attention, and not just Levi's attention, the whole Great Hall. Levi had heard all of the stories about the Boy who Lived. Everyone in the wizarding world had, and now he could say Harry Potter was in his year, even Ex looked jealous.
In less than a minute, he watched as Harry Potter joined Gryffindor. He was disappointed, but he should've seen it coming anyway.
"Quirrell, Tamara." Levi saw one of the teachers straighten up when her name was called. He was shaking like it was ten degrees out and he had an out of place purple turban on his head. Tamara waved at him in a friendly manner as she went up to be sorted.
The hat seemed to sit on her head for an eternity, later Gen told me she was wearing it for almost five minutes, which is uncommonly long. Finally,
"Hufflepuff!"
The person who looked the most shocked was Tamara.
The list finished up with another Weasley in Gryffindor and Blaise Zabini sorted into Slytherin. The ceremony ended and the feast began.
Levi looked around the Great Hall, realizing everyone he had started out with were no longer with him. Ravenclaw might be his family, but he felt pretty friendless.