Capella looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall. It displayed a cloudy night that appeared to foretell a storm. Every so often the clouds would move and reveal the stars. She searched the ceiling and was immediately able to spot her star. It was a family tradition to be named after stars, one of the ways you could identify a Black, besides the dark hair and clear blue eyes.

Capella wasn't nervous. Blacks don't get nervous. However, she was a little anxious. Of course she would be in Slytherin, there had never been a Black that wasn't. However, She was a little concerned over the placement of the Longbottom child. If he were to be placed in Gryffindor then he would surely end up on the side of light. Supporters of Dumbledore would surround him, and he would suppress any of the old death eaters. However, if he were to be placed in Slytherin, there would be a problem. If Longbottom went into Slytherin he would likely become the new dark lord, or at least help the old one rise to power again. Her family knew the dark lord wasn't dead. He was too powerful to be taken down by the backlash of a spell, even his own. He was merely out there bidding his time.

If Neville did go into Slytherin her family may be forced to flee. Her father had told her before she came to school about his betrayal. If the dark lord came back, he would not be forgiving of her father, or her family. Of course the other purebloods had forgiven them, but that was because most of the purebloods that were not in jail had taken similar paths. She expected Neville to go to Gryffindor though. He did bring the fall of the dark lord about after all.

The sorting was about to start, so she supposed she could just wait and see.

"Abbot, Hannah"

The girl took about a minute before the hat called out Hufflepuff. Capella snorted. Hufflepuffs were rather ditzy and too damn loyal for their own good. They were also extremely easy. Everyone knew that. There were probably two or three virgins in Hufflepuff in the fifth year and above.

"Black, Capella"

Capella straightened her back, held her head high, and stuck out her chin slightly as she made her way to the stool. As she sat down she caught her brother's eye. He gave an encouraging smile that she caught just before the hat covered her eyes.

"Well, well, well, another Black. Your brother came through two years ago, did he not? Yes, yes he did. Well, down to business. Let's see, hmmm very interesting. Oh my, well that's unexpected."

Capella was getting rather annoyed. It was a given that she would be in Slytherin, why didn't the dumb hat just do it! She voiced her opinion.

"If you don't mind, there are plenty of students waiting. Would you just place me in Slytherin!"

The hat huffed a bit and remarked, "Patience is a virtue dear, and we're almost done anyways. Aha, I see your following your relative's path"

Capella smirked. Of course she was following her relatives' path, the Blacks had been in Slytherin since Hogwarts was founded.

"Well then, it's GRYFFINDOR!"

Capella sat in shock. The only noise in the hall was the clapping of the few muggle-borns that didn't know of the Black's family history. Professor McGonagall gently removed the hat from her head. Capella slowly got up and turned to look at the hat. She exploded.

"What in bloody hell do you mean Gryffindor? I'm not a bloody Gryffindor, I'm a Slytherin! Slytherin, do you hear me! There hasn't been a Black that wasn't in Slytherin, since, well since forever!" she shrieked.

Professor McGonagall grabbed her arms which she had been flailing about and said softly, "My dear, the sorting hat doesn't make mistakes."

"I am not going to have a moldy old piece of fabric tell me what house I belong in! And you, you," she said pointing at the professor, "get your hands off of me! You have no right! I will not be placed in a house filled to the brim with filthy mudbloods!"

At that many of the students gasped. By now the entire hall was watching Capella. Some students were covering their mouths in amusement while others stared in shock and honestly, a little fear. Most of the pureblooded students were whispering amongst themselves or staring at Procyon, who eventually excused himself to the bathroom.

"That is enough Miss Black! You will follow me to my office immediately." she said harshly, "Professor Snape, will you please continue the ceremony?"

After the dark haired professor took the list of names from McGonagall she grabbed Capella's arm and dragged her out of the Great Hall. Her little "performance" was only overshadowed by the sorting of Neville Longbottom, who was placed into Gryffindor.

AN: Sorry, not the best work of my life. But in case you didn't catch it, the sorting hat said relative's path. Capella, however, could not hear punctuation, and believed that the hat said relatives', meaning her ancestors, father, and brother, etc. When the sorting hat says relative's, it means Sirius of course. However, Capella doesn't know about Sirius, as her father and mother never mention him since he was disowned. Please review! Flames are welcome too, though if you want to flame please don't tell me it sucked, tell me it sucked and why it sucked. Thank you!