I'm sorry! I haven't updated in ages, but I was on holiday for so long and had no internet :( Sorry sorry sorry!
But here's the next chapter and i really hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Not one of these single students belong to me. Roger's thoughts belong to Roger, Roger belongs to J. K. Rowling :(
Malone, Roger
Roger grinned broadly at the other nervous first years, hiding his urge to vomit very well. That's what he did when he was nervous-made jokes and pretended he was having a great time. A dark brooding boy looked at him with contempt and he merely added a little wave to his smile.
Taking a deep breath Roger turned to face the front again. They had reached the front of the Hall. He forced himself to focus on breathing and hiding his nerves.
He'd wanted to be magic his whole life. All the kids at his muggle school had laughed at him for loving old legends of magic and Merlin so much. While they ran around outside he stayed in, read books and drew pictures.
He'd been made fun of, but he'd stayed positive, sure that the little things he could do were magic.
And he'd shown them all, even his brothers who'd said he was nuts. He was magic. And now he was at a magic school.
Smiling again and rocking on his heals he watched the singing sorting hat and was filled with wonder as each child was sent to their houses.
He'd heard about them all on the train. And they all sounded quite nice. Even Slytherin was grand, but he didn't expect to go there. He was muggleborn after all.
He resolved to write the whole sorting out to his mother, who had been the only one to stick by him, even when his father had said she was "coddling the poor boy". She'd been so proud of him.
As Roger's name was called he realised his smile had slipped and hitched it back on his face before making his way up and jamming the hat on as hard as he could.
An eager young boy, aren't you? And certainly not with any prejudice, which is a good thing. You're fair, certainly, though ambitious and, forgive me, a little self-righteous. Still, if your loyalty is anything to go by, Hufflepuff would suit. Your bravery is not very outstanding. Though you are smart. There was a pause while the hat gave him a chance to speak. He couldn't think of a thing to say. However, only one house will do- HUFFLEPUFF!
Roger pulled off the hat and let his eyes drift to the table of cheering students. He walked weakly over on wobbly legs and slumped into his seat, delighted to find a warm welcome waiting.
As he had his hand shaken and his back thumped he felt relief wash over him. No one here thought he was a freak. No one here hated him. Hogwarts would be an amazing adventure and Roger would live every minute of it.
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