The most interesting sorting Amaryllis had witnessed, so far, was Sirius Black's. Shocked gasp had travelled throughout the room when the boy was sorted into Gryffindor. Dorcas had quickly explained to her that he came from a -very- long line of Pureblood Slytherin - the only other case was the occasional Ravenclaw-. Amara pieced together that Gryffindors and Slytherin did not get along after hearing a Slytherin call out 'Bloodtraitor' as he walked to the Gryffindor table.
"Evans, Amaryllis," McGonagall called out. Amaryllis still hadn't pulled out of her inner thoughts, regarding the wizarding world, such as Blood Purity. Dorcas had to nudge her arm, the glazed look in Amaryllis' eyes disappeared, and she gave her a questioning look. Dorcas' head jerked in the direction of McGonagall and Amaryllis quickly caught on. The blonde began walking towards the hat in a calm manner, ignoring the snickers of those around her.
"Definitely a Hufflepuff that one."
Amaryllis took her seat on the stool and the hat was placed on her head, obscuring her vision. 'What have we got here?' She barely managed to only flinch when the voice appeared in her head 'Ahh, a muggleborn. Always interesting to sort those. You seem quite educated on things, but, of course, you read all of you textbook after all. Ravenclaw seems to be a good option for you. Your unwillingness to give your loyalty is hidden, -because of a lack of friends- but still there. So Hufflepuff is no good, despite what your friend thinks. Gryffindor is to 'bold and brash' for you, but I can sense the bravery you have. Oh, that's... Unfortunate. How horrible it must have been for someone of your age to see that.' Amaryllis cleared her throat to get the hat back on track. 'Sorry about that. Slytherin would actually be a good choice for you. Very ambitious and cunning, even though people think you're a perfect Hufflepuff candidate.'
"It's wherever you choose," Amaryllis mumbled.
'Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Slytherin would help you unlock your hidden potential, but the house would be very difficult to you if they found out you were a muggleborn. Your long first name will -most likely- make them assume you're half-blood because some don't think muggles are creative enough for those. Ravenclaw is the house you favour. Your thirst for knowledge is very similar to ambition. Perhaps Ravenclaw could unlock your potential without the extra 'problems'. Yes, a very intelligent mind. A word of advice, don't underestimate yourself, even when others underestimate you.
"Ravenclaw!" The sorting hat shouted. Amaryllis tried not to frown with confusion as the hat was lifted from her head. Dorcas cheered loudly, Lily clapped for her sister, and the tie colours changed to bronze & blue. Amaryllis went over to the Ravenclaw table, sitting with the other first-years.
Another first-year attempted to speak to Amaryllis, but she sent them a distracted smile -unaware of the outstretched hand- as she strained to see Lily's sorting.
"Gryffindor!" The hat called out, much faster than it had been for Amara's sorting. She clapped along with -mostly- everyone else, sending a glance to Severus, who looked distraught. Amara felt pity for the boy.
Amaryllis almost moaned when she took a bite out of the treacle tart. Dorcas laughed when she saw the girls reaction to the dessert.
Luckily, Dorcas had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The boys from the boat, Remus, and Peter were sorted into Gryffindor and Amaryllis saw them sitting with the boys from the train, Sirius, and James. She didn't know anyone else besides Dorcas in Ravenclaw, but she had an interesting conversation with a boy named Xenophilius Lovegood. Amaryllis could tell that she would be friends with the boy, who seemed to talk about strange creatures that she had never heard of, in the future.
There was a huge part of Amaryllis that was relieved she hadn't been placed in the same house as her sister, or vice versa. She loved her sister, but the thought of sharing a room with her wasn't appealing. Amaryllis never liked sleeping in the same room or bed as Lily. Her mother even joked about how Amaryllis would cry if she was placed to sleep in the same bed as Lily when they were toddlers. It was strange, but Amaryllis was sure the habit started because Lily kicked in her sleep, and Amaryllis knew that Lily would've tried to sleep in the same bed as her for the first few nights.
Amaryllis is pulled away from her thoughts when a shoulder bumped into hers. She blinked several times and saw both Dorcas and Xenophilius looking at her. "You've interrupted a deep thought," Xenophilius tells Dorcas. "I can see it growing smaller in her eyes."
"Amara, you need to stop zoning out."
"Yeah, yeah," Amaryllis mumbled, reaching for her treacle tart only to find it missing. Her eyes narrow and she realises that all the dishes and trays are empty. Dorcas laughed and pulled the blonde to her feet.
"We're going to the dorms."
The first-years followed the prefects to the Ravenclaw Tower. Amaryllis was trying to be aware of her surroundings so she wouldn't get lost the next morning. The most confusing thing has to be the moving stairs and Dorcas squeaked when the Bloody Baron passed them.
The prefects told them to stop when they reached an eagle knocker. "What goes down, but never comes up?" It asked.
"Rain," Amaryllis mumbled along with the prefect. She smirked when a few of the other first years whispered about precipitation, so the answer couldn't be right.
The Ravenclaw common room was a wide, circular room with a midnight carpet, arched windows hung with blue and bronze silks, and a domed ceiling painted with stars. Next, to a door, Amaryllis saw a tall statue of a woman, who she assumed was Rowena Ravenclaw, the female prefect told them the door led to the dormitories.
Dorcas jumped on top of her bed and laughed loudly Amaryllis sent her a grin and sat on her own bed, next to the window. She ran her fingers along the deep blue covers.
"I'm Violet Abbot." A girl says. Amaryllis recognises the girl as the first one to get sorted. Amaryllis began searching through her trunk, not replying to the girl.
"I'm Pamela Jones." A girl with long brown hair says from across the room.
"I'm Dorcas Meadowes and that is Amaryllis Evans." Dorcas says, sending Amaryllis a look that says 'what happened to that enthusiastic attitude?'
"Wow. Amaryllis is a lot. Do you have a nickname?" Pamela asks, jokingly. Amaryllis looks up from her trunk with a blank face.
"It's Amaryllis. My friend calls me Amara." She replies in a bored tone.
"Well, can we call you Amara?" Violet asks. Dorcas almost snorts in amusement and shakes her head.
"I said, my friend, that's not a plural. Dorcas is my friend. You're not my friends. I barely know either of you." Amaryllis mumbles, grabbing a pair of pyjamas to change into. Both girls scoffed at her words and shared disbelieving looks. Amaryllis looks to Dorcas with a confused expression.
"Was it something I said?"