Susan shifted her weight from one leg to the other, nervous. Her mother rested her hand on her shoulder, as they waited for Ollivander to appear.
"You didn't have to wait for me," her mother said, "Peter already found his wand while I was still paying for his textbooks."
"Peter always rushes into things," she responded sourly. He'd promised to be there when she tried wands, especially after the frightenly dramatic story he told about getting his first wand, but her brother had disappeared off with some of his school friends maybe five minutes after entering Diagon Alley.
"Ah, another Pevensie looking for their first wand."
Susan jumped, locking eyes with the bizarre looking wandmaker. He vanished a moment later, and came back with a long box in his hand. He opened it.
"Mahagony, 11 1/4", Dragon Heartstring, Very Springy."
She took the wand tentatively, and promptly dropping it once boxes start flying through the air. Ollivander was gone again, and pulled out a new one, longer, for her to try. It took her mother knudging her shoulder for her to take it from his hand. A glass lighting fixture exploded and Susan shrieked. The wandmaker frowned thoughtfully, disappearing down another aisle. He returned with a much shorter one, straight, and carved elegeantly around the handle.
"Elm, 10 3/4", Unicorn Hair, Rigid."
Susan initially refused to touch it, but with some gentle persuasion, took it gently from his hand. She clamped her eyes shut, waiting for something disasterous, but instead a warmth flowed through her hand. She opened her eyes, the wand glowing faintly silver.
"Excellent," Ollivander praised as her mother pulled out the necessary payment from her purse. Susan clutched the wand to her chest, allowing herself a small smile.
...
The train was crowded. Susan spent the first part of the journey in the only isolated cabin. She tried to find Peter earlier, but failed. Some time along the way, two red-haired twins, stumbling over their bows, introduced themselves to her. She was flattered to make their acquantaince, but their vibrant and michievious airs were a bit overwhelming, and wasn't too disappointed when they were distracted by some friends down the corridor.
She decided to change into her uniform, and took great caring in sorting out her appearance, pulling a small mirror and brush out of her bag. Once satisfied, she steeled her courage and left the cabin, hoping to either find Peter or the two Weaseley's.
She found her brother in a compartment crammed with Year Two boys, their uniforms marking them as mostly Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, though she also spot a blue uniform and a green one. They loud, chatting amiably and laughing.
"Peter," she said softly, but her brother didn't notice her. Growing increasingly more embarrassed, rather than raise her voice, she left.
Walking quickly down the corridor, she felt a jolt as she collided with someone.
"I'm so sorry!" she hears. Susan scrambles to her feet to apologize likewise. She finds herself face to face with another first year with long, smooth black hair and bangs.
"No, it was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"That's alright," the girl replies. "I'm Cho, by the way."
"Susan Pevensie."
...
Susan watched with anxiety as the students before her each made their way up to the stool. About half of the first years have been sorted. One of the Weasley twins, George, she thought, took his turn. The hat, like it did for most people, only touched his head for a moment before screaming out "Gryffindor!". Fred was proclaimed the same fate.
"Susan Pevensie," McGonagoll called.
She walked nervously up the stairs, shaking as she sat down. She held her posture rigidly, chin ever so slightly in the air. The sorting hat was placed upon her head.
Hmm the second Pevensie, another Gryffindor like your brother? You are brave, but cautious, practical. Quite intelligent. Strong work ethic, devoted to your siblings, a good candidate for Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, though Slytherin could be the best match, hmmm, difficult, very difficult, I had much the same problems with sorting your mother, so much alike. I think that settles it, yes, I'll put you in…
"RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted. The Ravenclaw table erupted into applause. As she made her way down, Susan locked eyes with Peter seated at Gryffindor. There was a momentary glance of disappointment, but her brother claps his hands and breaks into a smile.