Mistaken Bravery

by meledy54

Alice has only ever had one friend, caring and loyal Angy. When they both get acceptance letters to Hogwarts it seems like a miracle, as if the universe decided they shouldn't ever be separated. Then Angy somehow gets Slytherin, and shy Alice mysteriously gets Gryffindor. Now Alice must prove that she's not Gryffindor, but that might be harder than it seems.

2. Sorting Away

All of the first years were rounded up into a sloppy line by the hat. Several people gasped when the hat started to move, and it started to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall, for I'm the Hogwarts sorting hat and I can cap them all. Theres nothing hidden in your head the sorting hat cant see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, thier daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart; you might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraidbof toil; or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind; or perhaps in Slytherin you'll make your real friends, those cunning filk use any means to achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in great hands (though I have none) for I am a thinking cap!"

Everyone applauded. I saw Angy bouncing on her heels in excitement. "I hope I get Ravenclaw! What about you?" She whispered. "Anything but Slytherin, I don't want to be known as cunning." I replied. I felt like I was falling apart, like a switch inside me set my stomach to puree. Professor McGonall took out a scroll "When I call your name you will put on the hat, and sit in the stool to be sorted." She said. "Allin, Conrad!" She called. A brown hear bobbed up to the stool, but I couldn't see past the people in front of me. "Slytherin!" The hat called. Cheering came from a table on the far left. "Boot, Niomie!" Was called next, and became a Gryffindor. The table in the middle cheered this time. "Boxton, Angy!" Angy strode up to the hat. She sat for a few moments before the hat called out her house. "Slytherin!" It called. I stood there in shock, unable to hear the cheers from the next table. Slytherin? There was no way. I must have heard wrong. I leaned over to a blonde, suspicious looking boy next to me "Did the hat just say Slytherin?" I asked. He nodded. The cheering sounded a million miles away.

I hardly registered when several minuets later, my name was called.