Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling.
Sitting at the end of the Slytherin table, Scorpius watched Albus Potter sit down on the stool. It was his turn to find out which house he'd be dependent on for the remainder of his education in the castle. A thrill of excitement ran through the pre-teens when the Hat was placed on the brown head. Scorpius's hands unconsciously closed into fists and his knuckles turned white at the pressure of his fingers against his palms.
"Slytherin!"
Scorpius breathed suddenly, realising that his breathing had been cut off during Albus' sorting. While his companions exclaimed joyously, a smile drew itself on his lips.