The Scamander Twins
Lorcan Xenophilius Scamander
"Scamander, Lorcan!"
A slight boy with dark blonde hair walked nervously to the stool where the hat had been deposited. The hat somehow scared him. The dark-haired Professor nodded curtly at him, with what may have been a mark of understanding on her face. Lorcan did not understand why.
"Hello," he stuttered once the hat was pulled over his grey eyes.
"A son of Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander. Where shall we put you? Definitely not Slytherin... I'd say Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw."
"I just want to be in the same House as 'Sander, please."
"Well, Lorcan... See, you need some more independence. You've depended on your brother for far too long. I... wouldn't want you to end up like George Weasley, should Destiny tear you apart. From what I see, Lysander is much more of a Gryffindor. You're clever, you're certainly witty, with a touch of maturity and knowledge... Would you agree on me that you belong more in Ravenclaw?"
"Yes, but what about..."
"It is needless for you to worry, Mr Scamander. You need to grow into your own person. Trust me, you'll thank me some day, whether it not be today, tomorrow, or even next year, but you will thank me some day. Good luck in RAVENCLAW!"
Lorcan was definitely not happy at the Sorting Hat.
Lysander Neville Scamander
"Scamander, Lysander!"
A boy with honey blonde hair ran to the stool, grinning and, for some reason, laughing. The Professor conducting the Sorting, Eclipse, looked exasperated and quickly dropped the Sorting Hat onto his head before any of the other first years could get overly excited by him.
"Scamander... Scamander," muttered a thoughtful voice. "Mmm – I still remember your father. Very alike to him, you are, boy..."
"My dad's Rolf Scamander – and yeah, I am alike to him! Is there a problem with that?"
"No, no," the Sorting Hat attempted to calm him. "There is no shame in resembling one's relatives... You know which House you want to go in, Lysander?"
"Gryffindor! Like Dad! And I'm still angry that you put Lorc in Ravenclaw!"
"Well, he did belong there, lad-"
"Someone told me that you took choices in account!"
"Whom, may I ask?"
"Uncle Harry, that's who! Harry James Potter! Ring a bell?"
"Now, now," it said in a stern voice, "There's no need to be insolent, young man." It paused. "I believe you are much too rowdy for Ravenclaw."
"Rowdy? I'm not rowdy!"
"You are contradicting yourself, Mr Scamander."
"Whatever! I don't think Lorcan asked for Ravenclaw! He wouldn't want to be separated from me, you know!"
"Someone needs to deflate their head..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"See you in GRYFFINDOR, Lysander!"