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The Sorting
Scorpias winning streak of making no friends continued onto the boats.
No one could know I'm a Malfoy, can they? Thought Scorpia worriedly. No... I doubt it.
She couldn't understand why, but the three people who sat with her on the boat didn't say a word to her. They seemed to already know each other, maybe from the train. Their conversation never really ended, Scorpia said something, a small comment, and they didn't react at all, but kept talking amongst themselves. Maybe they hadn't heard me?
When they got to the feast Scorpia was stunned. It was definitely much larger than any hall she had seen, and that's saying a lot considering all of the pureblood family balls and festivities she had attended with her parents throughout the years.
Students got called up to the hat one-by-one. It seemed to take forever. Scorpia frowned noticing the disproportionately larger number of Gryffindors vs. Slytherin sitting at the tables. Less students wanted to be ambitious and more wanted to be "brave," like their Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledores Army heroes they grew up reading about.
Scorpia began to daydream. She noticed someone tap her shoulder.
"What?"
She turned around. It was Albus. He looked concerned. Rose just rolled her eyes. She was trying to hold back a laugh, as if both annoyed and amused at the same time.
"I think your name was called." said Albus in a whisper.
She looked around toward the stool. She heard snickering throughout the hall.
Neville was looking at her for a few seconds.
"Scorpia Malfoy?," yelled Neville extra loud, more of a question than a statement really.
The hall burst with laughter.
She quickly walked up looking toward the stool red faced. "How embarrassing" she mumbled to herself.
Someone heard her, "Yeah for you" said a fellow first year in line. The students around him who could hear began to laugh.
She sat on the stool shaking.
She heard a voice.
"A Malfoy? It's been a while since we've seen one of you. Welcome back." chuckled the voice.
She didn't reply, just looked grimly at the rest of the hall, some students still had amused expressions on their faces.
"Nervous, eh? Definitely not as confident in yourself as your parents were." the hat thought for a second. "Nope, I don't see much confidence at all in you. I wonder why... Oh, I see. The Malfoy name doesn't demand respect like it used to, that explains the absence of smugness. You're better for it anyway. Don't fear, you will have your whole life ahead of you to make a dent in the Malfoy reputation, but Slytherin won't get you there..."
This upset Scorpia. How could he say that? How does he know?
Scorpia wanted nothing more than to be in Slytherin.
"I want Slytherin." demanded Scorpia.
"Well, well, you are feisty aren't you? Your personality is not a match for Slytherin. You also unfortunately do not have the bravery required for Gryffindor. Somewhat of a coward, that part you received from your father..."
"Don't talk about my father like that!" snapped Scorpia. Then she realized what this meant,
"Oh no, please.. not Hufflepuff" thought Scorpia.
"You are loyal, you may not have friends yet, but when you do you'll see, cowardly or not, you'll fight tooth and nail for them, putting them before yourself. A very noble Hufflepuff quality..."
"No, no, no" Scorpia kept thinking over and over.
"Well, there is no doubt that you are very intelligent. Deep thinking, good reasoning, you see connections where others do not, and can think outside of the box. Definitely the opposite of your father, his world was black and white and he compartmentalized his thoughts, you are definitely less organized and together than he was..."
Scorpia didn't know if the hat was complimenting or criticizing her...
"Hufflepuff would have been best, but if you insist, I feel you will do well in..."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Scorpia supposed Ravenclaw was better than Hufflepuff. She looked at the Slytherin table as she walked. Most of the Great Hall looked pretty surprised. Most of the purebloods in half-bloods in the hall knew that the Malfoys tended to be in Slytherin. The most surprised students were the Slytherins and Ravenclaws; one surprised they didn't get her, the other surprised they did.
She looked over at Al and Rose, the only first years she knew, and they looked very shocked, especially Rose.
However, Rose looked even more shocked a few minutes later.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Albus uncomfortably took off the hat and handed it to an equally shocked Neville Longbottom. The Great Hall went quiet. The son of the "great" Harry Potter placed in Slytherin, of all places. It sent shock waves throughout the Hall and Rose looked like she was about to faint.
"Rubbish! Re-sort him now!" yelled another Raven-haired boy sitting at the Gryffindor Table. Several Gryffindor students around him joined in. "Re-sort! Re-sort! Re-sort!" became their little chant.
A short man wobbled up to the podium and calmly took out a stool. He then preceded to take out another five stools, placing them one-on-top of another. He climbed up them, his weight so light that it didn't seem to make a difference. Once on top he put a wand to his throat, which echoed his voice across the hall.
"QUIET!"
His voice was a bit deeper, and thanks to the wand, louder than one would expect looking at him.
The entire hall froze and looked up at the little man.
"Please continue, Professor." said the man calmly.
Scorpia couldn't help but wonder if that was Hogwarts headmaster.
Neville gave a nod and continued onto the next name.
Scorpia noticed when Al sat at the Slytherin table several Slytherin made a point of not talking to him, several even moved away. She felt bad for him, especially considering how nice he was to her on the train.
"I'm sure he'll be fine..." Scorpia said to herself, just before a Slytherin threw a piece of paper at Als head, which resulting in the Slytherins bursting in laughter. "Or not..."
Rose was the last person to be sorted.
Rose POV
"Definitely overconfident in yourself, somewhat arrogant too... but still not Slytherin material." said the hat.
"Good! I don't want to be in that house. Re-sort my cousin, Al doesn't belong there either!"
"But he insisted on it..." replied the hat.
"What!" moaned Rose. How dare he do this to her, now she would be alone...
"The daughter of Hermione Granger. For a muggle-born she was very bright, very brave. Unfortunately, you do not have her bravery..."
"Hey!" yelled Rose, unfortunately she said it so loud the entire hall heard and began to laugh, which caused Rose to go red.
"Not an insult dear, you still have some bravery. Some loyalty too, and as I've said, you have some ambition. Just not enough of any of the three really... you do have your mothers mind, however. You also have your fathers arrogance and temper, but your mothers compassion."
"Me? Compassion? Ha!" replied Rose.
"Cocky too, apparently, definitely a Weasley." replied the hat.
The hat continued, "It is without question you are very logical, organized, and rational. You should embrace these qualities you've gotten from your mother. You are more Granger than Weasley, whether you know it or not."
"What do you mean by that? What's wrong with being a Weasley?" reacted Rose.
"Nothing at all, but your mind is wired more like your mothers, so you would do well to follow in her footsteps, rather than your fathers" said the hat.
Rose continued her protests, "I'm not emulating anyone! I'm my own person!"
The hat continued, ignoring Rose, "Unfortunately, you don't really think outside of the box. Logic and organization have clouded your mind to the more important things in life. Don't be afraid to look around and re-evaluate your beliefs. You are definitely a different kind of Ravenclaw than some I've sorted tonight, but still..."
"A... what?" gasped Rose.
"You heard, I said..."
"RAVENCLAW!" yelled the hat for the whole hall to hear.
Scorpia POV
Scorpia watched the expression on Roses face when her new house was foretold.
She couldn't help but feel joy at the shock and gloom, Rose was pretty mean after all. All the glee from Roses misery suddenly left and Scorpia became miserable she realized what this meant: she'd have to deal with Rose for the next seven years! If she were in another house she could ignore her, now she'd have to room with her.
Rose sat down across from Scorpia. Looked at her, rolled her eyes, and scooted away toward the end of the table. Scorpia scowled.