Rose Weasley
Al was now in Slytherin. I didn't want him to be, it would be hard to be friends if he was, but I was just going to have to accept the fact that he was in Slytherin. It would be hard but not impossible. As long as I wasn't in Gryffindor. Dad was only joking about the disinheriting stuff, I think, but I really didn't want to be a Gryffindor. I'm not sure dad would understand, but mum might. They were far too immature and I didn't think I could stand anymore of my cousin, Fred's practical joked. Also Al was my best friend; if I was in Gryffindor we would never be able to see each other.
Fred looked distraught once Al had been placed in Slytherin and he had just been put in Gryffindor. I could tell that he didn't want to be friends with him anymore and I was worried that it would break up our friendship. I saw Fred glancing over at Al, so I followed suit and looked over to see my cousin talking with Scorpius Malfoy! The boy dad had told me on countless occasions to stay away from and to beat him on every test. That was probable, as I was very bright thanks to my mum. But I was too busy inspecting Scorpius; he looked uncannily similar to his father whom I'd seen at the station. He had blond hair that stopped at his eyebrows which were almost unnoticeable as they blended in to his pale white skin. He had grey eyes which for just one moment caught mine. He smiled slightly, before he became too preoccupied with his conversation with Al. He didn't seem all that bad. Not like dad had said he would be, or how his father sounded. And he was being nice to Al, unless it was all a ploy. He probably hated Al and I, we were after all supposed to be enemies. And I'm guessing with my dad's loud voice he heard the beating Malfoy in every test bit!
"Weasley, Rose." Professor Longbottom called out, bringing me back to the present moment. I walked up, nervously. Professor Longbottom (or Neville as I called him out of school) smiled at me reassuringly. I smiled back slightly, but I didn't want to be a teacher's pet. Or at least not until school actually started properly.
"A Weasley." It said into my ear after being put on my head, "You show a lot of courage."
"Not really. I don't really want to be in Gryffindor, but if you're going to put me there you might as well got on with it. It's just I still want to be friends with my cousin, Al." I explained in my head, hoping he'd use his Legilimency to pick this up.
"A good mind also. Like your mothers, loyal and showing qualities of all houses, but definitely a Weasley The difficult part, like with your mother, is where to put you." It said.
I sat for a minute, looking out at everyone who had started impatiently whispering because it seemed my sorting was taking quite a bit longer than everyone else's. It was truly the most daunting experience of my life waiting to find out if I could still be best friends with Al. Finally the hat yelled out, "RAVENCLAW!"
I smiled happily over at Al and went to sit down on the Ravenclaw table where most of my cousins sat. Vic, Molly and Lucy all looked positively gleeful, which was just the way I felt. I was welcomed by my fellow first years, I talked to Lorcan and Lysander Scamander (who I had met on numerous occasions before), about their theories on the Crushed Horned Snorkil or something like that, which was a creature that showed regular appearances in the Quibbler which their mum edited. It was all rubbish but I didn't want to be rude so I politely listened until McGonagall stood up to give her speech…