Chapter Four
The Sorting Ceremony
Stole fidgeted in her new skirt. Her parents had insisted on getting her a new wardrobe since she was their last to go through Hogwarts. All around her she saw familiar faces. There were Sirius' last two children, Charlotte and Shade, waving to her from their respective tables. From family get togethers she knew almost the entire school, with the exception of the Hufflepuff table. Hufflepuff tended to consist of Muggle borns but Alyssa Carter, the last daughter of Millicent and her muggle husband sat at the table.
All around were familiar faces. Lia, her cousin sat at the Ravenclaw table with Shade Black, the three Hidei kids,her other cousin (this one of Bill and Fleur) Lawrence, and Bridgette, another cousin from George and Kristian and Head girl this year. Luke, Ron and Hermione's second born was Head boy this year and he gave her the thumbs up from the Gryffindor table, where the rest of his family sat and indeed most of the Weasleys sat.
Stole looked over at the Slytherin table, wondering if that was where she was going to get sorted. Not that she minded. Her older sister Chole, the triplets and her older brother Ryjan were all Slytherin and the family was fine with any way she sorted, even if her father sometimes joked that he would disown her if she became a Hufflepuff.
There weren't many new students this year, just a handful of muggle borns and the three transfers. Bonnie had bonded with the triplets and Stole wondered if she would get sorted as a Slytherin for that.
Stole blinked as her name was called. She walked up and let the hat fall to cover her eyes. Reports varied in the family as to what happened next. When the hat didn't eat her on the spot, she was relieved to note that Rob and Eve were wrong.
She became aware of a gentle murmuring in her ear.
"Another Weasley... where to put you?"
"Begging your pardon," she said politely for her parents had taught her that this object deserved her respect. "But I'm actually a Weasley-Malfoy."
"Ah!" exclaimed the hat. "That makes all the difference, my dear."
When the Hat yelled Slytherin, Stole had to wonder if perhaps her comment had effected the hat's decision.
She went to join her older sisters and brother at the Slytherin table. Chole fluffed her hair. Chole was a prefect this year. The triplets might have a chance at it next year, but Stole very much doubted anyone would dare appoint any of them. If they were half as bad at school as they were at home, they would destroy the school.
She looked around as the rest of the first years were sorted. Over at the Gryffindor table her siblings. None of them looked too surprised about her being sorted as Slytherin. Lestat Creevey was pouting as his kid sister Elliot rolled her eyes. Stole knew Lestat didn't like her the way he pretended to. However, Lestat was easily the best looking guy in Gryffindor and a Prefect to boot. He was smart and funny, everything a good girl wanted in a guy.
Stole ws a bit too young to think about him that way and he was practically family, playing all her silly games as she grew up, teaching her spells when no one was looking. The assumption was that she should have been closer to Elliot but for some reason, it was Lestat who made her laugh and went out of his way to keep her happy.
Stole shook her head on those thoughts as the Potter kids moved up to the platform. The Headmistress, Amorett Corozon, a handsome woman of thirty or so, made a breif introduction of the three, annoucing they were transfers and that they should be treated with proper respect. Stole found she liked the way Corozon talked. She had heard good things about Corozon from her siblings and she looked forward to the school year.
Yvette, the tall black haired older sister, stepped up first. She looked about Chole's age.
The hat deliberated for a moment before putting her as a Gryffindor. Terry was up next. As he walked up to take his place, Flynn leaned over to Gia.
"Kinda hot innit he?"
Stole made a face at her older sister. "If you like the overly arrogant times."
"Oh?" Kylie said, leaning in as Terry was deliberated over just like his father before him. "Fancy him, do you Stole?"
"That's right!" Gia chimed in. "We did find you alone with him, didn't we?"
Stole laughed. "I'm eleven. I think I can do without drama right now. Besides, he's kinda irritating."
The girls exchanged a significant look but kept quiet. They knew enough about this sort of thing.
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Terry was trying to decide. HIs father told him that he could be sorted differently if he wanted to, all he had to do was name it.
The problem was he wasn't sure he wanted to be in the house he was given. The Hat was telling him Gryffindor which was what he had wanted all along... or he had wanted, until ten minutes ago Stole Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin.
He was being silly, he knew. He had only just met Stole. She was brash, sassy, young and trouble with a capital T. He didn't like her. He was just... curious.
Finally he gave up, letting the hat sort him properly. He went to join his sister at the Gryffindor table. The table was populated by red heads. Terry suddenly realized this might be a bit harder than he first thought.
He turned to the platform again as Bonnie sat, her eager face disappearing beneath the hat.
There was a moment of silence then the hat thundered "Slytherin!"
Bonnie looked a trifle disappointed then the Malfoy triplets waved at her and her bright smile came back.
"Bugger," Terry muttered under his breath.
(A/N: I love Terry. You'll love him too before long.
To ebonpinion- I promise much more drama!
