Louis Weasley

I hated my bloody cousin, Miss Lucy Perfect Weasley. Everyone loved her but I could see right through her stupid lies and attention seeking. Having two sisters you meant I didn't get any attention at home myself and she seemed to get loads! She was their perfect little genius Lucy who was amazing at everything. For some reason she hated me and always called me an attention seeking arrogant, twat which just seemed to describe her. I was only arrogant in an attempt to get some attention anyway and it wasn't extensive. She said I bullied her but if someone is horrible to me I'm horrible to them back. I'm not one of those idiots who does things for no particular reason. I glared at her as she sat on the stool, the hat on her head but she just smiled back. It was very annoying. I wanted her to be angry.

Spoilt brat was it that she'd called me, says her. She had no idea what it's like being me. Useless at everything. I did act like a mummy's boy but only to get some attention. I wasn't clever like Vic, our as funny and outgoing as Domi. I was handsome (ran in the family) but I wasn't very clever, like my darling cousin Lucy. There were some advantages of her being clever, such as she'd be put into Ravenclaw and I could call her a swot which she hated but it also made me feel like crap. She wasn't just stupidly clever she also had an amazing artistic talent but I would never tell her that. I was rubbish at art, couldn't draw to save my life. I could just about draw basic shapes, but my circles went all squiggly, unlike Lucy whose were completely perfect. She was practically perfect in every way. It was hard to fault her yet I managed

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat yelled. I sighed in relief; I wasn't going to get into Ravenclaw, too boring!

"Weasley, Louis." Flitwick called up and I walked up to the front no nerves at all, flicking my sandy blonde hair as I did. I sat down on the stool looking at some of the girls who were gazing at me and I stared back with my bright blue eyes.

The hat was put on my head and I heard a quiet but deep voice in my ear, "Another Weasley." It said.

"Yep, there are loads more to come!" I thought,

"Well, it seems quite obvious where to put you, but from what your cousin told me you could fair well in Slytherin."

"What? Lucy? I wouldn't trust her; she hates me for some reason. I may be cunning and ambitious but I'm not evil." I thought, I was going to be having words with my cousin.

"Alas, the same quality many of you Weasleys possess closed minded about Slytherin house. They're not all bad and this prejudice isn't going to do you any favours. Anyway, I have decided where to put you."

"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted and I went down to sit on my house's table, with the other new first years. I looked at James, my favourite cousin (I knew I shouldn't have any favourites, but James had taught me all the pranks he knew). When the cheering died down I introduced myself to a strong-looking kid.

"Hey, I'm Viktor Krum. Unfortunately my dad named me after himself." He said in good English but with a strong northern European accent.

"You don't sound English!" I exclaimed vaguely watching Tara Wood being sorted into Gryffindor.

"No, we do live in Bulgaria but my dad loved Hogwarts so he sent me here. He didn't want me attending Durmstrang like he did." he said

It was understandable. Durmstang was known for its reputation with the Dark Arts, but the name Viktor Krum rang a bell. "When did your father come to Hogwarts?" I asked, curious.

"He was a Tri-Wizard champion. In the last tournament, where that Cedric Diggory died." He said.

"No way!" I exclaimed staring at him, "My mum was in that, Fleur Delaclour! She was the Beauxbattons champion. My uncle Harry was also in it!" I said. He seemed to think it was quite weird that our parents had competed, but I was just too amazed about this coincidence. Small world, I thought. I couldn't wait to tell mum…