A/N: I really really don't like this chapter... But I felt I needed to update SOMETHING. Blah. 'Enjoy'. Or don't.
"Remember Sean boy, don't show any mercy to the weak, be they mudbloods or pure bloods. Mainly mudbloods."
The Great Hall to some brought good feelings, a sense that they finally would fit in. To some it reminded them that they were growing older. To Sean Sacrat it was way too much like home. It was about as big as his home, and just as empty in his mind. He had wanted to get away from his house, but apparently here wouldn't be the place to do so. Sure there were other people, but how many of them would be worthy of his presence?
He had only met one person really so far, a pure blooded boy his age. Sure he could barely understand him because of the boys rather annoying accent (He sounded somewhat like a character from an old vampire film), he could only assume it was Romanian due to his name being Vladimir. He had made conversation for a while before the boy was called up and sorted into Ravenclaw, now he was alone in the crowd. Again.
The Sacrat's were supposedly an important family, that's what his parents had said, but Sean grew to doubt this more and more everyday. His father would never be home, that was true, and his mum always said that he was out on important business. He supposed drinking could be called that. Also on the subject of his father, he knew that he would be very disappointed if he wasn't in Slytherin. Or Gryffindor like his grandfather. Hmph. And they say Slytherin is the only house to produce evil wizards.
His thought popped like a balloon when he heard his name being called. He sauntered up, taking his time. He made sure he looked like he was the boss of the situation, that he'd be sorted whenever he pleased; not when they told him he would be. He finally sat in the stool, putting his nose up just high enough so he was looking straight foreword at his fate.
"Ah. So… Another Sacrat." The sorting hat whispered in his ear, digging through his thoughts, "Where should THIS one go? You seem to believe you know more then everyone else… Always a good Ravenclaw trait. Fairly lazy, very little sense of loyalty, not a Hufflepuff." He couldn't help interrupting the hat
"I wouldn't WANT to be a disgusting fat hobbit badger ANYWAYS" He insisted with a glare upward. The hat gave the Hufflepuffs much more credit then they deserved.
"You seem to be not particularly brave, just a bit of a coward… You wouldn't do well in Gryffindor." The hat went on, "And as I would not care to curse the Eagles with YOU, I think you shall be a SLYTHERIN" The house shouted, Sean glared at the hat again, tempted to spit on it, but didn't. That was below him, like the hat.
Someday when his organization ruled the world he'd make a new sorting hat. One that wasn't at all annoying like this one.
He walked over to the Slytherin table, where a few people congratulated him on getting into the good house and shook his hand. He simply smirked and said 'Thank you', just as dear old father had taught him. It seemed like some of the people would make good cronies. The others he would simply have to break in; make them used to the idea of licking his boot.
He took his seat finally, holding his head up high (Or at least it wouldn't have been if it wasn't so high up his derriere).