Chapter 2 : Where Your Traits Define You
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“Missed you this summer,” the boy stated.
Scorpius nodded. “Same here. How was France?”
The boy groaned, as he took a seat next to him. “My mother is crazy,” he answered. “Father and I were about to strangle her by the end.”
“Sorry, Trey,” Scorpius said, stifling a laugh.
“Hey Malfoy, Zabini,” a voice called out.
The two boys looked up and saw an older boy standing in the doorway. He sauntered inside, sitting on the seats across from them.
“Where’ve you been, Goyle?” Trey asked, slightly annoyed.
“Admiring all the beauties on this train. There are a lot this year,” he smirked. “Better than last year at least.”
“Well, what about in here?” a voice called from the doorway.
The three boys looked up, noticing a girl, with curly golden brown hair, talking to a boy with tousled dark brown hair. The boy looked over at the three, shaking his head quickly. She furrowed her eyebrows, not sure why he was acting that way. “Why not?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Yeah, Potter, why not?” Scorpius sneered over at the boy.
The girl looked over at Scorpius and rolled her eyes, realizing whom they were in the presence of. “Oh, that explains it,” she stated.
“Not like we would’ve invited you in here anyway, Weasley,” Scorpius continued.
“My father told me about you, Malfoy,” she hastily replied.
He raised his nose in the air, acting smug. “Who wouldn’t? Have you seen me?” he boasted, causing her to roll her eyes and walk away, with Albus following after her.
“Who was that?” Trey questioned, once the two left.
“Does it really matter? She’s a Weasley,” he simply answered.
“She’s pretty cute,” Goyle commented.
Scorpius crinkled his nose in disgust, while his best friend nodded in agreement with Goyle. The two boys looked over at Scorpius, confused by his disgust for the girl.
“Come on, Malfoy,” Goyle began, “even if she is a Weasley, you have to admit she’s cute.”
“Her?” he asked incredulously. “No way.”
Trey looked over at Goyle and shrugged. Scorpius watched them exchange looks and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He had no clue what they were talking about. She looked just like any other ordinary girl to him.
Once the train pulled away from the station in Hogsmeade, Hagrid started calling the first years over to him. The students began to separate themselves, as the first years moved toward the boats and the rest of the students went into the carriages.
“Albus. Rose,” Hagrid waved from a distance.
Rose and Albus smiled at the large man, as they waved back. They waited with the other students, until the boats came. Hagrid began explaining how many students to a boat and to be careful when first climbing aboard, since they can be a bit slippery.
Rose stepped into one of the waiting boats and quickly lost her footing. She began to fall back, but was suddenly caught from behind. Once she was standing upright, she turned toward the person who caught her to thank them. When she took notice of the boy behind her, she was left speechless.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?” the boy smirked.
She felt a little uneasy and didn’t know what to say. She cleared her throat, whispering, “Thanks, Malfoy.”
She sat down in the front of the boat, as Albus sat next to her. Since most of the boats were already full, Scorpius and Trey decided they should hurry up and sit before they were left alone. They took their seats inside the boat with Rose and Albus, keeping their distance from the two. Two other students boarded as well, before the boats began to move toward the castle.
The first years nervously stood in front of the double doors leading to the Great Hall. Many knew the traditions of what was to come and were eagerly waiting for the Sorting Ceremony. Albus was still a little nervous about where he would end up.
Rose looked over at Albus, noticing the fear in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Albus. Anywhere you go will be lucky to have you,” she tried to comfort him.
He looked over at her and smiled. “Thanks, Rose.”
“Now,” Professor Flitwick began, “when you go inside, you will line up and wait for me to call your name.”
The students nodded, carefully listening to all of his directions. They suddenly stiffened, when the doors opened wide, giving them their first look at their new home.
They slowly walked inside, turning their heads to look at all the enchantments surrounding the hall. “Father told me it’s bewitched to look like the sky outside,” Rose overheard Scorpius tell Trey. She looked up at the ceiling, mesmerized by the stars shining up above in the nighttime sky. She remembered her mother telling her the same thing and suddenly felt a little homesick at the thought; she missed her mother terribly.
Applause rang out, as the Sorting Hat completed its song. Flitwick cleared his throat, as he opened up the scroll in his hands and began calling out the first name on the list. “Abbey, Thomas.”
The boy nervously walked toward the stool where the Sorting Hat was sitting. Flitwick picked up the hat, as Thomas sat down, and then placed the hat on the boy’s head. After a few seconds, the hat screamed, “HUFFLEPUFF.”
Cheers suddenly came from the Hufflepuff table, as the boy ran over to them and sat down, receiving a tap on the back from a fellow Hufflepuff student.
Rose continued to listen to the names being called, as she looked over at the High Table. She saw the new Headmaster smiling down at the students being sorted. She then looked to the left side of the table, noticing Professor Longbottom whispering something to Professor Patil.
“Longbottom, Mary,” Flitwick called out.
A young girl, with long, wavy blond hair, shyly made her way toward the stool. She hesitantly looked over at her father, who gave her a reassuring nod. She bit her lower lip, as the hat was placed on her head.
“RAVENCLAW,” the hat shouted, causing the girl to grin widely. She looked over at her father once more, who was smiling brightly at her.
“I thought for sure Mary would be in Gryffindor like her father,” Albus quietly said to Rose.
“Yeah, but her mother was in Ravenclaw,” she explained.
“Oh yeah. I forgot about Luna,” he remembered. “I’m glad our parents were all Gryffindors,” he smiled. “Helps us beat the odds.”
Rose nodded, as she heard Scorpius name called. She watched as he proudly stepped forward and walked toward the stool. “SLYTHERIN,” the hat screamed, after a few silent minutes.
Scorpius smirked over at his best friend, hiding his nerves a bit, as he took his seat at the Slytherin table. Rose stared at him for a bit, remembering what her father told her about all Malfoys acting so pompous. She watched him glide his hand through his blond hair, as he turned to watch the rest of the students being sorted.
“Potter, Albus,” Flitwick suddenly called out.
Rose held her breath, as she watched her cousin walk toward the stool. She closed her eyes, praying he would get into Gryffindor. She couldn’t watch, so decided to keep her eyes closed until it was over.
“Another Potter, I see,” the hat began. “You are much like your father. I remember your brother as well. He was not as hard to sort than you, though.”
Albus trembled underneath the hat, as he listened to it speak about his family. He kept thinking about what his father said to him before getting on the train. He knew his parents would be proud with whichever house he was sorted into, but it wasn’t about his parents now. It was about what he wanted, and he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and be the best Gryffindor he could be.
“I understand,” the hat stated, as if reading his thoughts. “GRYFFINDOR!”
Albus beamed, as he glanced over at his cousin, who was clapping and smiling over at him. He ran toward the Gryffindor table, receiving a hug from his brother, James, and another one from his cousin, Victoire.
After more names were called, it was suddenly Rose’s turn. She walked toward the stool and sat down, anxiously waiting to hear what the hat was going to say.
“Hmm, you’re the third one today that has made this rather difficult for me. You definitely have the courage of a Gryffindor,” the hat started, “but the intellect of a Ravenclaw. You say you’re a Weasley?”
“Yes, but my mother was Hermione Granger,” she told the hat.
“Well, that explains the intellect,” the hat continued, making Rose chuckle a little. “However, these stronger qualities I’m sensing do not come from either of them, now do they? SLYTHERIN!” the hat finished.
Rose’s eyes opened wide, as she stared over at her cousins, who also looked shocked. She slowly walked down the aisle, over toward the Slytherin table. She took a seat across from Scorpius, keeping her head down. She thought she had prepared herself for something like this, yet she was more shocked than anything. She knew it was possible for her not to get into Gryffindor, but she never thought she would end up in Slytherin. She took a deep breath, as she lifted her head.
Scorpius was staring over at her in bewilderment. He couldn’t believe a Weasley was actually sorted into Slytherin. He figured perhaps a Potter would slip through, but never a Weasley. He would have bet his whole family fortune on that. He snapped out of his thoughts, as he heard Trey’s name get sorted into Slytherin.
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