Harry's eyes wandered between the high table and the yet to be sorted first years again. Ever since they entered Arthur Kirkland had been glaring at a blonde boy that sported the same eyebrows as him. It seemed almost murderous. Harry couldn't quite make it out from where he was sitting but the knuckles of his balled fists seemed to have turned white.
And the Asian teen sitting next to him was shaking... With suppressed laughter it turned out.
Yep, the teen - who couldn't have been older than 16, why was he sitting at the teachers table? - was now in stitches.
The blonde boy who had been looking around the great hall with awe seemed to finally take notice of him.
"LEON!" He grinned and waved and then he started glaring back at Kirkland.
"Hey Peter!" The teen called back, still laughing.
Having taken over McGonnagall's first year duty this year, seeing as she seemed to still be in her office with the two foreigners from the train, Professor Flitwick placed the Sorting Hat in front of the confused looking first years.
"Kirkland, Peter!"
"Kirkland?! Did he say Kirkland!?"
"Look at the other one. He's basically shaking with rage!"
"SLYTHER-" The hat called, but stopped. After a minute of apparent conversation with Peter he called out "GRYFFINDOR!"
Peter whooped, the Asian teen laughed, clapping harder than any of the confused Gryffindors and the older Kirkland was facepalming. Seeing this the Asian teen clapped his back in a comforting way, still grinning and shooting a thumps up with his free hand at Peter, who returned the gesture.
After everyone had been sorted Dumbledore stood up.
"I know you are all starving, but before we can start the feast two more students have to be sorted. They will be attending sixth year along with being assistants to some of our professors, so they will have a few more rights than even a prefect."
"Steilsson, Emil"
At that the Asian teen started whooping again, clapping the person seated on his other side on the back. Harry had not gotten a closer look at him and had assumed from the white hair that it was an old person but now he recognised that it was a teenager as well.
The boy made his way down to Flitwick and the hat. Sitting on the chair and placing the hat on his head it didn't take long until he was sorted in "RAVENCLAW!"
"Wang, Li Xiao!"
"Hold on," said Ron, "didn't that Peter kid call him Leon earlier?"
"Many Asians take up European names when dealing with us, actually." Said Hermione. [1]
"Oh"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
[1] Shout-Out to my friends Pizza and Nirvana