The first thing eleven year old Ludwig Beilschmidt took notice of when the huge doors to the great hall opened was the breathtaking ceiling of the room. His older brother had told him all about it, but he had never imagined it would be so pretty. His attention was quickly taken away from the enchanted ceiling by someone calling his name while he and the other first years walked past the house tables.
The person was Feliciana, a second year Hufflepuff, sitting at the end of her table. He had known her for years since his father and her grandfather were friends. He shyly waved back at her. He felt nervous, even though his father had assured him he didn't need to worry about what house he would be sorted in, passing his classes was what he needed to worry about. But he had muttered about Slytherin, Gilbert, good influence and something about maybe receiving less letters from the school.
Before he knew it, his name was called out and he wondered how he had failed to pay attention to the sorting of the students whose name had been called before his. The young blond anxiously made his way towards the Professor as she held the sorting hat that she placed on his head as soon as he sat down. Looking into the crowed he finally noticed just how many students there were and saw several other familiar faces among them. The one that caught his attention was Gilbert, but that might be because his brother had started waving at him like crazy and had almost climbed onto the Slytherin house table.
It took the hat some thinking about where he would fit best. He was told he was intelligent, brave, hard working and ambitious, but one more look into the room told him where he would feel most at home and the hat immediately noticed. "SLYTHERIN" sounded loudly throughout the great hall.
As he made his way past the house table of Hufflepuff once more he noticed Feliciana looked slightly upset and he felt guilty about it, but as soon as she saw he had stopped in front of her she smiled at him. "Hey Luddi, too bad we're not in the same house, but I'll still help you with your homework if you want." Face turning red at the offer, he quickly nodded his acceptance of the offer and hastily made his way to his own table, ignoring the comments of some other Hufflepuff that Feliciana didn't even seem to notice.
At the Slytherin table, Gilbert was climbing down from the table he had climbed onto the moment the word 'Slytherin' had been said by the sorting hat on top of his brother's head to yell "I told you so!" to his best friends, a Ravenclaw called Francis and Antonio from Hufflepuff. Gil patted on the empty seat next to him when he saw Ludwig walking towards him. Smirking at his brother as the younger one sat down, he only said one thing before he began eating. "I'll show you all the best pranks." And while those words really should worry him, he was happy to be in the same house as his brother. He just hoped his father would indeed be getting less letters like instead of more.