Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Chapter 4 – The Sorting Ceremony
As soon as the train came to a complete stop, Lucy and Hermione jumped out onto the platform. The air was chilly, and there was a slight breeze. The girls pulled their robes tighter around themselves for warmth.
Somewhere up ahead, Lucy saw a lamp bobbing high above the students' heads and heard a bellowing voice calling, "Firs'-years! Firs'-years, over here!"
The girls hurried over to see a giant man waving his hand in the air.
"All right there, Harry?" the giant asked.
Lucy turned and found Harry standing nearby with Ron. She pushed through the crowd of students to stand next to them, pulling Hermione with her.
"C'mon, follow me—any more firs'-years? Mind yer step, now! Firs'-years, follow me!"
The first-years did as the man asked, sticking close to him.
"Who is this?" Lucy asked Harry curiously.
"Hagrid. He's the one I was telling you and Ron about on the train," Harry replied. "He's the gamekeeper here."
Lucy nodded.
They continued to follow Hagrid, making their way through some very thick trees. Most of the first-years were quiet, but there were some whispers amongst the group.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sigh' o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder eventually. "It's jus' 'round this bend here."
True to Hagrid's word, as they turned the corner, almost every student let out a loud, "Ooooh!" The path they had been following opened up at the edge of a large, dark lake. Across it, on top of a cliff, was a huge castle with glittering windows: Hogwarts.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a group of boats bobbing in the water near the shore.
Lucy and Hermione followed Harry and Ron into a boat and settled down onto the seats.
"Everyone in?" Hagrid shouted, who was in a boat by himself. "Right then—FORWARD!"
With that, the boats smoothly glided forward at the same time. Lucy heard Harry gasp from in front of her, and she giggled. Nobody said much, as they were all looking up at the castle in awe.
"Heads down!" Hagrid warned as the boats came to the cliff the castle was sitting on.
They all bent down as they were told, and the boats led them through an ivy curtain that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. The boats took them through a dark tunnel that seemed like it was under the castle itself.
Then they reached another shore, this one full of pebbles. The first-years scrambled out of the boats and huddled together as Hagrid double-checked that they hadn't left anything behind.
"Oy, you there! Is this yer toad?" Hagrid called when he reached the boat Neville had been in.
"Trevor!" Neville cried, holding his hands out.
When Hagrid was finished checking the boats, the first-years followed him up a slightly steep passageway, which opened up to green grass right in front of the castle. Hagrid led them up the stone steps, and the first-years crowded around the oak door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?" Hagrid raised his fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
It swung open immediately. There stood a dark-haired witch who was wearing emerald green robes. She was older looking and had a stern expression on her face.
"The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid presented.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She proceeded to pull the door open wider.
The first-years entered the stone entrance hall. Flaming torches flickered against the walls, and directly across from the front doors was a flight of large marble stairs. Behind a set of double doors on their right, the first-years could hear hundreds of voices; that must have been the rest of the school.
Professor McGonagall led them away from this door and instead into an empty chamber off the hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall after they had all entered the room. "The start-of-term feast will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting Ceremony is very important, because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup—a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." She glanced over at Neville's cloak and Ron's smudged nose. "I shall return when we are ready for you," she finished. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber, and the first-years broke out into nervous chatter.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Harry asked Ron.
"Some sort of test, I think," Ron answered. "Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."
Lucy snorted with laughter. Of course they had told Ron that; they explained to Lucy what really happened, but they had begged her to not tell Ron. Ron gave her a questioning look, but she waved him off. Instead, she looked around the chamber in interest.
All of a sudden, most of the first-years gasped, and a couple even screamed. About twenty ghosts had just entered the room by floating through the walls. They were mostly transparent and seemed to be arguing about something.
"Forgive and forget, I say! We ought to give him a second chance—"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name, and you know, he's not really even a ghost—I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost in tights had just looked down to see the first-years huddled together below him.
When nobody answered, the first ghost who had spoken said, "New students! About to be sorted, I suppose?" Some people in the crowd nodded, and the Friar continued, "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know."
"Move along now." Professor McGonagall was back. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
One by one, the ghosts drifted out of the room through one of the walls.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall continued to the first-years, "and follow me."
The students did as she asked and followed Professor McGonagall back through the entrance hall and towards the double doors, where they could hear the voices again. They walked through them and entered the Great Hall.
Lucy looked around, amazed at the beauty of the hall. Four long tables followed the length of the room, with one long table at the front where the staff were sitting. In the middle of the high table sat Albus Dumbledore, who was watching the first-years come forward with great interest.
Professor McGonagall led the first-years passed the tables full of older students, who were watching the new group curiously. Lucy felt slightly self-conscious having to walk in front of everyone.
In front of the top table, Professor McGonagall signaled for the group to stop.
Lucy glanced up at the ceiling, and Hermione leaned over and whispered in her ear, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, a History." Lucy felt her eyebrows raise; it was hard to believe that there was a ceiling at all.
Ahead of them, Professor McGonagall set down a four-legged stool. On top of the stool she placed an old pointed hat.
Lucy looked around her fellow students, and many of them looked either apprehensive or confused. When Lucy turned her head back to the hat, she saw that a rip at the brim had opened wide. Then the hat began to sing.
Lucy's eyes swept over the other first-years again, and she noticed that most were enraptured by the singing hat. Then she glanced over her shoulder and saw, between a few people's heads, Fred and George sitting at the table on the far left-hand side of the hall. When they saw her looking, they both winked, and she stuck her tongue out back at them. She whipped her head around to face front just as the hat finished its song.
The student body and faculty applauded as soon as it was done.
"So, we've just got to try on the hat!" Lucy heard Ron whisper to Harry. "I'll kill Fred; he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Lucy couldn't help the giggle that escaped her, and both boys shot her a look.
"Did you know about the hat?" Ron asked quietly.
"Yes, Fred and George decided to tell me the truth," Lucy replied.
Ron scowled, and both he and Harry looked back up front.
Professor McGonagall had stepped up next to the stool. "When I call your name," she began, holding up a large roll of parchment, "you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted. Abbott, Hannah!"
Lucy watched as students began to be sorted. There were three shouts of "HUFFLEPUFF!" followed by "RAVENCLAW!" before Lucy began to lose count. She glanced over at Harry, who looked a bit queasy, and Ron, who was getting paler by the minute. Next to her, Hermione was starting to fidget and whisper to herself.
"Granger, Hermione!" Professor McGonagall eventually called.
Smiling, Hermione practically ran up to the stool and pulled the hat onto her head eagerly. A few minutes ticked by as Hermione waited to see which house she would be put into.
"GRYFFINDOR!" was the hat's ultimate call.
Lucy heard Ron groan, and she elbowed him from behind. She was getting a little nervous herself; she couldn't be too far after Hermione.
Sure enough, after three more students (two girls who went to Slytherin and a boy who was sorted into Hufflepuff), Professor McGonagall announced, "Jones, Lucy!"
Lucy stepped up nervously but was ready to hear what the hat had to say. She slid the hat on and sat on the stool. She sat there for barely a second before a little voice in her ear started speaking.
"Hmm.… I like your mind very much," it said.
Lucy was bewildered for a moment before realizing that it was the hat that was whispering to her.
"Determination. Courage. Loyalty. Talent," the hat continued. "Well, well… I supposed I shouldn't be surprised, seeing who your parents were.…"
Lucy had to stifle a gasp. The hat seemed to know more about her than she did. She wondered if she could somehow ask the hat who her parents had been, although she also felt foolish at thinking about asking a hat anything.
"Let's see…" the hat continued. "Where shall I put you? Oh, I know.…" Then, out loud for all the school to hear, the hat announced, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Lucy smiled, biting down on her lip to stop from squealing. The rest of the school clapped for her, just as they had done for everyone before her. Lucy took the hat off, placed it back on the stool, and scurried off to sit next to Hermione and across from the Weasley twins, both of whom gave her a high five.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" Hermione said, giving Lucy a squeeze.
Lucy gave Hermione a one-armed hug back and then turned her attention back to the sorting.
After two more students—a girl who was put into Hufflepuff, and a girl who was now in Ravenclaw—Neville was called forward. He sat on the stool for longer than Hermione had. When the hat finally called out, "GRYFFINDOR!" for him, he ran off with it still on and had to turn around and give it to the next girl in line. When he reached the table, he sat down next to Fred, looking very embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, Neville," Hermione said soothingly.
The three of them looked back to the stool and watched as Ernest Macmillan was announced for Hufflepuff. Then "Malfoy, Draco!" was called next. Lucy watched with disgust as the hat called, "SLYTHERIN!" as soon as it touched Malfoy's head.
"Malfoy, huh?" George said in a low voice as the next boy was called up to the hat. "I think I've heard that name before.…"
"On the train, Ron told me and Harry about him," Lucy said, leaning across the table. "He said that Malfoy's dad was right in You-Know-Who's inner circle."
George nodded, and he and his twin looked over their shoulders at the Slytherin table as the rest of the school applauded for the boy who'd just been sorted into Hufflepuff.
"Potter, Harry!" Professor McGonagall finally called.
A hush fell over the crowd for a second before whispers broke out among the sitting students. Lucy noticed all the students craning their necks to get a look at Harry, who was walking nervously over to the stool. He pulled the hat on, and it fell over his eyes, just like it had for almost everyone else. The crowd continue to titter quietly as Harry sat, waiting for the hat to announce its decision. Then—
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.
All of the Gryffindors screamed and cheered, and George and Fred started chanting at the top of their lungs, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"
Harry came over to the table, sitting next to Lucy and across from the ghost with the tights the first-years had seen in the side chamber. The ghost reached over and patted Harry's arm. Harry shivered and then turned to look up at the high table. Hagrid gave him a thumbs up.
"Well done, Harry," Lucy whispered to him.
Harry looked at her, flushing slightly. "I didn't do much," he mumbled.
Lucy smiled and shrugged.
Seven more students (Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw) were called before Professor McGonagall said, "Weasley, Ronald!"
Ron stumbled up to the stool, looking fairly green. He didn't have to worry, though; the hat was only on his head for a second or two before saying, "GRYFFINDOR!" Ron quickly took off the hat and walked over to the table.
"Well done, Ron—excellent," said Percy as Ron reached the table and collapsed into the seat beside Harry.
"Whitlock, Jeremy!" was the next boy called, bringing Lucy's attention back to the sorting.
She watched the boy curiously. He gingerly pulled the hat onto his head and sat, twisting his fingers together in his lap.
After a few moments, the hat called, "SLYTHERIN!" The boy replaced the hat on the stool and slowly walked over to the Slytherin table, which was two tables down from the Gryffindor one. Lucy watched as he sat down, his head hanging low, seeming dejected. After a second, he shook his head and looked back up at last student left to be sorted. Lucy tore her eyes away to watch as a boy named Blaise Zabini sat down on the stool.
The sorting came to an end as the boy was placed into Slytherin, as well. Professor McGonagall took the Sorting Hat out of the Great Hall through a door behind the high table. There were murmurs around the hall until Professor McGonagall returned and took her place at the staff table.
Albus Dumbledore stood up next, and when he did, the students almost immediately quieted down. The headmaster opened his arms wide, beaming at all of them.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our feast, I would like to say a few words, and here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" He smiled and finished, "Thank you!"
As he sat down, most of the students clapped and cheered. The first-years joined in hesitantly. Lucy couldn't help but laugh.
"Is he—a bit mad?" Harry asked Percy across the table.
Lucy looked over at Percy expectantly.
"Mad?" Percy repeated. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
As he was talking, the dishes on the table had been filled with food that seemed to come from nowhere. Harry's mouth dropped, and Lucy smiled happily. The two of them began to pile food onto their plates. Hermione gave them a slightly reproving look; Ron was already shoveling potatoes and pork chops into his mouth.
"That does look good," the ghost mentioned after a while. He sadly watched them eat.
Harry motioned to the food and asked, "Can't you—?"
"I haven't eaten for nearly four hundred years," the ghost replied. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it." There was a pause, and the ghost continued, "I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."
"I know who you are!" Ron piped up between swallows of food. "My brothers told me about you—you're Nearly Headless Nick!"
Lucy snorted in laughter, almost spitting potatoes out of her mouth.
The ghost started, "I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy—"
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" a first-year boy named Seamus Finnigan asked from down the table.
Sir Nicholas looked annoyed. "Like this." He reached up and pulled on his left ear. His head popped off his neck and fell onto his shoulder, like it had been hinged there.
Lucy, Harry, and Ron all leaned back, stunned. It looked like someone had tried to behead him but hadn't finished the job.
Nick looked smug at the expressions on their faces and then flipped his head back onto his shoulders before continuing, "So—new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year. Gryffindor has never gone so long without winning. Slytherin has won the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable—he's the Slytherin ghost."
Lucy, Ron, and Harry all looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a ghost sitting there. His robes were stained with silver blood.
"Look who he's sitting next to," Lucy said, nudging Harry's shoulder.
Malfoy, looking unhappy, was seated next to the ghost. Lucy and Harry sniggered.
"How did he get covered in blood?" questioned Seamus, who had turned to look, as well.
"I've never asked," Nearly Headless Nick answered airily.
Harry looked at Lucy, and Lucy shrugged. "Too scared," she mouthed, and the two of them collapsed in a fit of giggles.
~LJ:TH~
When the main course had been finished, the remaining food disappeared from the plates. They were just as clean and sparkling as they had been before the meal had started. After a moment, the desserts appeared next.
As the Gryffindors ate, someone brought up the topic of families.
"I'm half-and-half," Seamus said. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mum didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him."
Everyone laughed at that.
"What about you, Neville?" Ron asked, helping himself to a pastry.
"Well, my gran brought me up, and she's a witch," said Neville. "The family thought I was all-Muggle for ages, though." He continued to tell his story of how they found out he had magic, which included an uncle of his dropping him out of a window.
Lucy looked up, glancing around at the other tables. Then, between a few Ravenclaws, she saw Jeremy Whitlock—looking right back at her. They stared at each other for a moment, and then the corner of Jeremy's mouth turned up in a lazy half-grin. Lucy gave him a small smile back, and Jeremy dropped his eyes to his plate.
Lucy also lowered her gaze. She picked up her goblet and took a drink from it as she turned her attention back to her housemates.
"Ouch!" Harry hissed, holding a hand to his forehead.
The people around him looked over, concerned.
"What is it?" Percy asked.
"N-nothing," Harry replied. His face held a confused look, and the people around him went back to eating.
Lucy studied him for a moment longer. "You sure you're okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," Harry replied distractedly. He turned to Percy and asked, "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?"
"Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous. That's Professor Snape," Percy replied. "He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to—everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."
Lucy glanced at Harry, who was staring up at the high table with a frown.
~LJ:TH~
The desserts disappeared eventually, and the tables returned to looking as though there hadn't just been an excellent feast taking place. Professor Dumbledore stood again, and the hall quieted once more.
"Ahem—just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered," he began. "I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First-years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils… and few of our older students would do well to remember that, as well."
Lucy thought she saw Dumbledore glance over at the Weasley twins, and she giggled.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, our caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors," Dumbledore went on. "Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact your Head of House.
"We have one new staffing appointment this year," Dumbledore continued. "Some of you may recognize our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Quirrell." He gestured to the nervous-looking professor whom Harry had pointed out earlier. "For those of you who don't know, Professor Quirrell was our Muggle Studies professor a few years ago, and he has kindly agreed to return to Hogwarts and continue teaching.
"Finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Harry laughed, along with a few others. Lucy frowned; Dumbledore didn't sound like he was kidding.
"He's not serious?" Harry whispered to Percy.
"Must be," Percy replied. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere—for instance, the forest's full of dangerous beasts; everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."
"And now, I think it is bedtime," Dumbledore finished. "Off you trot!"
"First-years, please come with me!" Percy called over the heads of the Gryffindors as they stood.
While the first-years gathered next to Percy, the rest of the students made their way out of the hall.
"Follow me, please!" Percy said loudly. "I'll be showing you the quickest way to the dormitory. Okay, let's go!"
The first-years did as they were told. Percy led them out of the Great Hall and up the marble staircase in the entrance hall. They climbed up more and more stairs, and they went through a few doors that were pretending to be walls.
The group came to a sudden stop, and Lucy almost walked into Hermione. They looked up to see a buddle of walking sticks floating in midair a little way in front of them. Percy stepped forward, and the sticks started throwing themselves at him.
"Peeves," Percy whispered. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice and said, "Peeves—show yourself!"
There was a loud sound, like air being let out of a balloon.
Percy scowled and continued, "Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?"
At these words, there was a sharp pop, and a little man who looked like a ghost appeared. He had dark eyes and a wide mouth, and he floated in the air cross-legged. In his hand were the walking sticks. "Ooooh!" he said, cackling evilly. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"
Suddenly, he swooped down at them, and they all ducked.
"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this! I mean it!" Percy shouted impatiently.
Peeves stuck out his tongue and dropped the walking sticks. Neville squealed and covered his head with his arms as the sticks all came down on him. Peeves then zoomed away, rattling some suits of armor as he flew past.
"Are you all right, Neville?" Lucy asked, and Neville nodded.
"You'll want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy as he began forward again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him. He won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are."
They had reached the end of a corridor. Hanging on the wall was a portrait of a large woman wearing a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she asked.
"Caput Draconis," Percy replied.
The Fat Lady nodded, and the whole portrait swung open to reveal a hole in the wall. The first-years clambered in after Percy—Seamus and Ron had to help Neville up—and they entered the Gryffindor common room. It was a warm, cozy place filled with squashy-looking armchairs and small couches. There was a group of study tables in one corner, and there was a large fireplace against one wall.
"Straight ahead you'll see the staircases to the dormitories," Percy instructed. "Girls, your dormitory is through the right door, and boys, yours is through the left. There are three dormitories going up the stairs and four going down; you'll see what I mean when you go to your rooms. There are signs that will tell you which dormitory yours is. All your luggage should have already been brought up. Now, I'm sure you'll want to be well-rested for your first day of classes tomorrow. Good night."
He turned and disappeared through the left doorway. Most of the first-years went to the staircases, as well, but a few lingered.
Lucy went over to where Fred and George were sitting in front of the fire.
"Hey, Lu. Sit on down," George said, patting the couch cushion next to him. Then he took a bite out of the pastry in his hand.
Lucy smirked at him and took the seat. She kicked her feet up on the table in front of the couch and asked, "Aren't you full enough from the feast?"
"The food here is too good to stop eating just because the feast's over," Fred replied. He lifted up an éclair. "Care for an éclair?"
Lucy shrugged and then held her hand out. She ate it, humming her approval. "Well, thank you for the dessert," she said when she'd finished. "Now, I think it's time for bed." She stood up.
"If you must," George quipped with a wink.
"Yes, I must," Lucy replied. "It's been an exciting day. Good night!" She skipped off to the dormitories, leaving Fred and George laughing behind her.
She went through the girls' door and immediately saw a sign on the wall that stated which dormitories were above and which were below. The sign informed her that the first-years' dorm was up, and so she began climbing the stairs. She passed by two other dormitories before reaching the last one at the top of the staircase. There was another sign, this time on the door, that read First Year. Lucy knocked softly and entered.
The dormitory was a round room. There were five four-poster beds around the perimeter, and there was a door opposite of the entrance. The other four first-year girls were already there and getting ready for bed.
Hermione smiled at Lucy and pointed to the bed next to hers.
"Is that one mine?" Lucy asked.
"It's the last one left," Hermione replied.
Lucy went over to her new bed. At the head of the bed, there was a wardrobe on one side and a bedside table on the other. At the foot, Lucy saw that her trunk was sitting on the floor. She opened it and pulled out a pair of pajamas.
"Is that the bathroom through there?" Lucy asked Hermione, gesturing to the other door.
"Yes," Hermione replied with a nod.
Lucy excused herself to use the bathroom. When she returned, she found Hermione was already snuggled under the covers in her own bed. Lucy laid her robes out on top of her trunk so that they could get the Gryffindor house patches sewn onto them.
Once she was finished, she pulled the curtains on the end and one side of her bed. She left the side open that faced Hermione's bed. Evie jumped up onto the bed next to Lucy and curled up into a ball. Lucy got under the covers and looked over at Hermione.
"Well, good night," Hermione said. "See you in the morning."
"Yeah," Lucy said, pulling the blankets over her shoulders. "In the morning."
~LJ:TH~
A/N: For those of you who read the old version of this story, John McDevlyn is now Jeremy Whitlock. The main reason for the change of his first name was that I didn't like the way it sounded if I ever listed his name next to/with Ron's, because they rhyme. John also used to be one of my favorite names, and then I met a guy named John, and he was (pardon my French) a major dick and put me off the name. So, John McDevlyn became Jeremy McDevlyn for a little while. Then, I decided I didn't really like his last name anymore, either, so I changed it to Whitlock. I picked Whitlock because I've been really into reading Twilight fanfiction stories lately, specifically with Jasper-Bella pairings. The only slightly irritating thing about changing his last name was that I then had to change where he went in order of sorting.
Speaking of sorting, I added other characters into Lucy's year. I know that there are only supposed to be 40 students in Harry Potter's year, but I've added some, because 40 made the split a little to perfectly even for me. So, in this story, there are: 10 Gryffindors (5 girls, 5 boys); 13 Hufflepuffs (6 girls, 7 boys); 13 Ravenclaws (6 girls, 7 boys); and 12 Slytherins (6 girls, 6 boys). So there are 48 students total in Lucy's year. A couple will be named here or there, but for the most part, you'll never hear about them.
I know in the books that the students' robes didn't have the house crests on them, but I like that they added it into the movies. In this story, the students do wear matching uniforms and patches on their robes.
Also in the original version of this story, I think this was also two chapters that ended up together.
(Apologies for the length of this A/N, ha.)