Lucy Weasley
I looked around at the Great Hall apprehensively, trying to catch the eye of at least one of my relatives. Louis was standing next to me, and another girl behind me, but I had no idea who she was and I hated Louis with a passion. He was a spoilt and arrogant little brat. Everyone seemed to love him, he was 'perfect' but he was horrible to me. He pulled my hair, called me ugly and fat, pranked me, and ripped pages out of my sketch book. I loved to sketch. It meant everything to me, and whenever he ripped pages out or scribbled over my drawings it felt as if a part of me died. Then when Louis said I was useless at sketching, at everything for that matter and that I should go die, I had nearly considered it. I didn't understand how he could be so horrible, and not get in any trouble.
I got in trouble when I used accidental magic on him after he said I was as ugly as a mandrake. Like he even knew what one was. No one had listened to my side of the story they had all just been too worried about their handsome little Louis, their pride and joy. I took my anger out in the form of drawing, it was a really good therapy and could calm me down. I drew flowers, mountains, animals and intricate muggle designs like clocks, with all the cogs and gear systems in cars. You name it I drew it. No one knew about it, except Louis who had found out one summers day when our parents had made us spend time together because we were the same age so of course we'd get along! It was complete rubbish, when adults thought they knew what was best for you. I was probably cleverer with them although I didn't show it much. I was just loud and bubbly at home, which annoyed dad when he was working but I didn't care one bit. He was so boring, always talking about work.
I eventually spotted my older sister sitting on the Ravenclaw table mouthing something to James and Domi across the room. My sister was very clever (although I knew I was better than her) and got all the attention at home! People usually would say that the younger get's all the attention but I found that, at least in my case, it was the complete opposite. I still loved her of course. We looked similar, both with the renowned fiery Weasley hair and same old blue eyes, but she looked more like dad.
I couldn't seem to get her attention so I looked over at Vic, who was nothing like her little brother (or sister for a matter, Domi could be horrible and very vain) Vic however smiled reassuringly at me. That helped calm my nerves. Teddy was over at the Hufflepuff table, but I didn't know him that well to be honest. With the Gryffindors sat James, my arrogant little cousin, who was ok really and Domi who I didn't particularly like.
"Weasley, Lucy." Professor Flitwick squeaked, reading from the scroll. Nervously I walked up and sat on the stool. I looked over to where Louis was still standing and caught his eye. He gave me a sneer but I just decided to ignore it and smile friendlily at him, which would really annoy him. Professor Flitwick put the hat on my head and it spoke quietly into my ear.
"You show a lot of the qualities your sister did. But you're also very brave and loyal; I can see you in Gryffindor."
"NO! Just not Gryffindor, anywhere else I bet Louis will be in Gryffindor! He's horrible to me you see. I've tried to ignore it at home but it just keeps getting worse." I thought desperately trying not to be put into Gryffindor.
"Maybe Slytherin would be better suited. You're definitely clever enough, no doubt about that, but no, you jsut don't seem cunning enough. But we can't let your brains go to waste; I know just where to put you."
"RAVENCLAW!" it said. I smiled, relieved that I hadn't been placed in Gryffindor. Louis would never be in Ravenclaw in a million years he was far too thick!