Note : Susan is in Ravenclaw, in case you were wondering (you probably weren't)
Lucy is sorted in Gryffondor when Edmund reaches fourth year. Hardly surprising, but she has been anxious about her fate for months.
"I'm telling you you'll get in Gryffondor. » he had to repeat for the umpteenth time that morning, on the Hogward's Express Platform. « I can't think of a better lion than yourself."
"Don't tell Peter this." Lucy whispered shyly, which didn't sound at all like the exuberant little girl she usually was.
" I'm sure even Peter would agree with me." Edmund assured while getting her truck on the train, wincing slightly under the weight- damn first years and their brand-new furniture. As they got together on the train, waving farewell to their mother-Peter was nowhere in sight, the rightful git, probably off hitting on the other head deputy or something, and Susan had disappeared too-, he couldn't help but add. "Besides, even if I'm positive you'll end up in Gryffondor, it wouldn't be a shame if you were sorted elsewhere. Look at me, I'm supposedly in the worst house of the school and it's going rather well."
Lucy only stared at him and Edmund knew what she was going to tell him before she even opened her mouth.
" I thought you had been ill sorted, at the beginning." she eventually mumbled. " Because you were my brother, you were nice and Slytherin always looked like the House of Evil in all wizard's story, and I feared you were going to become mean too. But it didn't happen, and if you say Slytherin is a fine house then I believe you."
Edmund couldn't help but chuckle, because this was both funny and a bit sad-he heard this about Slytherin so many times, and from so many different people.
" I wasn't that nice when I was eleven Lucy. Not nearly as much as you, at least. I was too angry against the rest of the world I think. But I'm pretty sure I'd have been sorted there nevertheless- it was just the place I needed to be."
His younger sister nodded gravely and he ruffled her hair. She tried to repress her smile but failed rather miserably.
" Don't forget that, no matter what everybody say, each House has its flaws. House rivalry aside, Gryffondors can behave as true dickheads too. Not to insult your future House." he added quickly as Lucy pulled a face.
The train left while they were speaking, which meant it was time for them to find a compartment.
" Do you want to stay with you, or.. ?" he asked her, gesturing vaguely as they came across one, empty save for the two first years quietly sat next to the windows.
" Nah, it's fine." cut Lucy bravely. « Go with your Slytherin friends, I'll see you later."
Edmund smiled and watched her go, waving her one last time as she shut to door, then strolled the lobby in order to find his house's fellows.
He remembers the scene as his little sister comes to sit on the tool, as he did three years ago. She's sorted in Gryffondor within the minute and he claps along with them which makes him a bit of an alien in his own house but very few dare to glare at him- most are used to his eccentricities by now.
At one point during the dinner, he rises and goes to the Gryffondor's table to congratulate Lucy. She's sat between Peter and another seven year and her eyes are sparkling. Her smile widens when she sees him approach.
" Well done Lucy ." he declares loudly when he's finally in front of her, which earns a him a suspicious look from many Gryffondors. He's not very liked among their rank- he's too much of a Slytherin to be. But his two siblings are grinning at him and that is all that matters. Peter claps a hand on their little sister's back.
"We can't say it's much of a surprise, can we ?" he tells Edmund, who nods enthusiastically in return. Lucy laughs giddily for one moment, but she's dead serious when she asks him if he's going to snob her because she may become a dickhead too. Peter frowns at the use of the d-word in their little sister mouth while others Gryffondors pull a face. Edmund manages to stifle a laugh. For maybe ten seconds, he thinks about his own sorting, his endless quarrels with Peter, his years struggle trying to discover who he really was while his older siblings began to reject him. But Peter and Lucy are staring at him, the first with an expectant look and the second with a worried pout, and the thought slips away.
" Of course not Lucy. Well, except in special occasions like the Gryffondor matches or the House Cup Ceremony." he answers in a light tone and they both burst out laughing. And just like that, Edmund knows this year's going to be a good one.