A/N: Man, I love summer. Swim in the pool all day, update frequently. Life is good.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the world of Harry Potter and Lorcan.
Lorcan Xenophilius Scamander- September 1, 2019
Lorcan Scamander loved Hogwarts already. From the beginning of the train ride until now, standing in front of the large doors separating him from the Great Hall and his destiny, he had been happy. Lorcan felt as though he truly belonged in the wizard school, training to use his wizard powers alongside his twin brother, Lysander. He felt more at home here than he ever had in his own home in Ottery St. Catchpole.
The Entrance Hall was huge. Lorcan thought that you could fit at least four of him stacked on top of each other, to reach the top of the oak doors, five to reach the ceiling. He thought that the other students standing around him were all equally as fascinating as well. There were bunches of boys that all looked to be kind and sweet and downright gentle, but then there were the bullies that looked as if they could kill Lorcan with one punch. Then, there were the sweet, calm, and quiet girls who looked as if they would be Lorcan's friends, but then there were the talkative, nervous girls who were getting on Lorcan's nerves.
Lorcan took one quick, furtive glance at his brother. Lysander was staring straight ahead, his gray eyes glazed over, and he was obviously daydreaming about some creature or another. He was twirling a lock of his curly blonde hair in between his fingers, and it took Lorcan two or three tries before he turned to acknowledge him. "What?" he asked, in that dreamy tone that always got on Lorcan's nerves.
Lorcan sighed. "Please tell me you're not going to be dreamy here. I mean, this was supposed to be my new start, your new start, and our new start. Can you drop this so that you can actually make some friends?"
Lysander frowned, unsure as to what his brother was getting at. "But you're my friend, aren't you? You're all I'll need, right?" Lorcan pursed his lips and just nodded, thinking that his brother was delusional if he thought he could function with only Lorcan as his friend.
Professor Longbottom rounded the corner, and he proceeded to lead the first years into the Great Hall so that they could be sorted. Lorcan looked out at the older students, only recognizing a couple of faces. There were the fourth year Gryffindor trio, James Potter, Dominique Weasley, and Fred Weasley. Then, there was the third year Gryffindor trio, Rose Weasley, Albus Potter, and Scorpius Malfoy. He saw a couple of faces that should've been familiar, but he didn't know what face belonged to what name.
As they were walking, Lorcan began to think of what house he was likely to be in. He didn't want to be in Gryffindor or Slytherin, mainly because there was too much rivalry for his taste. Second, Lorcan thought that he could possibly go into Hufflepuff, because he was loyal and hard working. Lastly, Lorcan thought that Ravenclaw was the house for him. He was smart, witty, and clever. Ever since he was little, Lorcan had wanted to be in Ravenclaw, going so far as to decorate his room as a replica of the Ravenclaw common room, with the help of his mother, Luna, of course.
Once they arrived at the front of the Great Hall, the hat began to sing. Lorcan listened curiously, and when it was over he applauded calmly along with the rest of the Hogwarts students. Then, Professor Longbottom (whom Lorcan knew as Neville) stood in front, placed the stool on the ground, and put the hat upon it, before saying, "All you have to do is put the hat on top of your head, and it will shout out your house. Bench, Michelle!"
The hat barely sat on her head for a second before it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" Well, this sounds simple, Lorcan thought, proceeding to watch the rest of the Ceremony.
"Scamander, Lorcan!" was called across the hall, and Lorcan proceeded to walk right up to the Sorting Hat without pausing for a second thought.
"Ah, a Scamander. Your mother was a Ravenclaw, but your father was a Hufflepuff, wasn't he?" the hat spoke in Lorcan's ear.
Lorcan jumped. You're the Sorting Hat, aren't you? He asked.
"Why yes, I am," the hat said proudly. "Now, down to your sorting. I think you are definitely not a Gryffindor or Slytherin. However, you would do well in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Which do you prefer?"
Lorcan thought a moment before replying. I think I'd like to be wherever Lysander goes. I'm his only friend, and we need to stick together. I need to protect him.
"Ah, your twin, I see. Well, Lorcan, I think that you have just given me everything I need to know to sort you… Better be HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat said, shouting the last word to the whole hall.
Lorcan took off the hat, distinctly disgruntled as he went to the grinning black and yellow table. He glared at the Sorting Hat as it proceeded to sort his brother, fingers crossed that they got put together.
A/N: I don't know what house Rolf was in. Sorry if I got it wrong, but for some reason I always pictured him as a Hufflepuff. Here's your fast update!