George and Angelina's twins
Roxanne Angelina Weasley
Roxanne breathed in relief at the sight of the Scamander twins, four years older, at their two House tables. It was nice to see a familiar face. Or two. Most of her cousins had already left Hogwarts – Teddy and Victoire had had twin daughters a few years back, and the others were all "settled", as Angelina liked to say.
"Weasley, Roxanne!"
Already? Roxanne cocked her head and went to the stool, her heart thumping in her chest.
"Hmm." A soft voice filled her ears. "That is a difficult choice – Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?"
"Hey, don't I get a say?"
The Hat chuckled. "That is one resemblance between you and your cousin Rose. Impudence. Yes, you get a say."
"I prefer Gryffindor."
"Truth be told, you're not bookish smart like most Ravenclaw girls, or particularly creative, but you are witty, like your mother before you, in fact."
"Take care in GRYFFINDOR, then!"
Wilfred Percival Weasley
Will saw that Roxanne had already quite right settled in the Gryffindor table, where Lysander was nodding at her approvingly. He wondered where he would end up.
Not Slytherin. Everyone hated Slytherins, and Will didn't need any more hate mail.
"Weasley, Wilfred!"
"Ah. You, on the contrary of Roxanne, have a pretty sheen mind, even though you don't really use it for, er, rightful purposes."
"No, I don't. Sir."
"So I'll say Ravenclaw-"
Will jumped. "No! I mean, please not Ravenclaw – I'm really dumb actually-"
The Hat laughed. "You can't fool me, lad. I see in your head, see."
"Oh."
"Well, yes – you do have a fierce desire to prove yourself, and that could put you in Slytherin – but I see you have already put up a wall against it. You are brave, though – and daring, with nerve. Yes. I think I have come up with a choice."
"GRYFFINDOR!"