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Chapter 2: Sorting
He stepped off the scarlet steam engine and heard a gruff voice yelling over the crowd, "Firs' years, over here! Firs' years!" he led Rose over to the source of the voice, an enormous man who looked rather menacing. They and the other first years milled around, feeling rather awkward, waiting for some sign of what they were supposed to do.
Eventually when all of the first years had gathered around the man, he led them to a massive glass smooth black lake. They crowded into boats; he and Rose as well as a boy called Robert and a girl named Sabrina were in one boat. The ride seemed to terrify their fellow first years, but Scorpius loved it. There was a thrill to this place that he'd never known before, it was forbidden and it was amazing. Just being near the castle sent a jolt of electricity through him.
The boats steered themselves through a cave and into a roughly hewn stone chamber that had steps to a massive set of double doors. First years piled out of the boats and into the stone room. They followed the man into a huge entrance hall and into an antechamber to the dining hall. A stern and rather old looking woman entered the room.
"Here they are Professor," The man started to leave, but not before giving Albus and Rose an encouraging grin.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, I am Professor McGonagall, Headmistress of this school," she proceeded to give a speech that Scorpius had memorized. He was paying attention to the way that Robert was looking at Rose, the way that she looked even more beautiful in this room, so full of joy and excitement. They proceeded into a large hall filled with teenagers all older than him, and every one of them was looking at him. He felt his heart race and his breathing speed as a teacher brought in a stool along with a battered old wizard's hat that burst into a song that he did not pay attention to. When it ended, the sorting began. Professor McGonagall unrolled a piece or parchment and began reading. "Balsie, Madison!" The hat sat on her head for a moment, then yelled out "Gryffindor!" The girl went to a table that welcomed her wildly.
"Andrews, Bryan!" went to the scarlet table as well. Then a set of twins "Dolley Mason!" and "Dolley Kathy!" went into Ravenclaw. More and more were sorted until he heard, "Malfoy, Scorpius!" was called. He walked forward, beginning to hyperventilate. Almost dreading what the hat might say to him, he sat and put on the battered old wizard's hat. "Hmmm. Interesting, very interesting. You are unlike any other Malfoy I've seen . . . brave, but not unduly so . . . and the fu-," the hat stopped short as if it had nearly said something that wasn't allowed. "Yes, I have it. GRYFFINDOR!" The last word was shouted to the whole hall. He took the hat off and stumbled to the screaming table.
Eventually it was Rose's turn to be sorted; the hat had barely touched her head when it yelled, "Gryffindor!" He smiled when she came to sit by him. "Thank goodness that's over, I was dreading it so much," she whispered as the feast began.
"What did you have t be afraid of? You're a Weasley. Me, I have to tell my father; and worse, my grandfather." That was not a letter he was looking forward to writing. Lucius Malfoy would not like to hear that his grandson was in Gryffindor.
"Ohhhh, to true. I'm just glad that I know someone in my house, because it would have been rather lonely had I not known anyone."
He nodded and started eating. The food was amazing, and there was so much of everything. Rose ate very delicately, using her napkin religiously if she got so much as a speck of gravy got on her hand; this made Scorpius snicker. At the end of the feast, a prefect stood and started herding the first years toward the entrance hall. The common room was hidden behind a portrait of a lady dressed all in pink, who all the older students called the Fat Lady. It was beautiful, and the dormitory was comfortable, the four poster beds were hung with scarlet bed curtains.
He settled in and looked arround. His trunk was already here, and in the morning he'd have to write his father, who would write Scorpius's grandfather, who would send him a howler. It wasn't something that Scorpius wanted to happen. Maybe his grandfather would understand . . . but maybe the Chudly Cannons (Top team in the current league) would finish last in the tournament.
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