Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 5

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Hagrid had answered all your questions. About houses, classes, teachers and even a little bit about himself. But what you both chatted the most about,
were the creatures he had everywhere. Big and small, flying or crawling. You were like a kid in a candy store, and Hagrid was happy to have met a kindred spirit.

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today was the day. You were going to enter the school, confidently and stunningly (as always) and be sorted. Dorms would come after that. For now, the main concern was the uniform. You stood in the very small bathroom of the hut, staring at the uniform hanging from the shower curtain. This would not do.

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"Y/n, now is hardly the time to rebel against a dress code."

"I barely messed with it, just tweaked it a bit. You have to admit, it suits me well."

"This is not a school for fashion shows. We will have this discussion later."

Your eyes drifted from the professor and looked ahead down the hallway you were walking down.

"On regular occasion, during the students first year, the school gathers here for the sorting ceremony. Hagrid had already informed you of the sorting hat, I presume?."

"As well as he could. There are better ways to sort students other than a hat, but that's a discussion for another time."

"I look forward to hearing your thoughts on the matter, Y/n, and I'm pleased to see you recognize the appropriate moment for a debate. As I way saying, professor Dumbledore will be introducing you to the students here, you will walk up to the stool across the room and be sorted into your house. Which will be Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin."

"A grand entrance. Wish me luck professor Mcgonagall."

"That is hardly necessary."

And just like that, you two were standing in front of the doors. They were large and intimidating, but so was your mother. And so, professor Mcgonagall stood back and allowed you to push open the doors. The moment they creaked open the whole school was staring at you in awe. Or perhaps in fear.

You were taken aback by the amount of people gathered together. But you quickly gathered yourself, corrected your posture and confidently strutted down the hall.

"And now, y/n Lestrange will take part in the sorting ceremony." Dumbledore announced to the hall.

The room was filled with floating candles, it was stunning. You were amazed they did so much for one persons sorting ceremony. Especially for someone of your family heritage.

Children were whispering to each other and talking amongst themselves. Perhaps it was the fact you were a Lestrange, but many were taken by surprise at your bold -but fashionable- uniform adjustment.

You were wearing the long black robe you were given. It was open in the front to allow a better view at the outfit, as well as a more natural fit. You've always needed to wear clothes appropriate for battle. The only clothing article you used to break that rule was a pair of chunky, black, lace-up heels you stole from a shop. Mother was quite proud of that. (Of course, she only thinks you stole them. The truth is for you and your conscious alone) you walked proudly in them. They made little noise as you walked across the room, but so many students were whispering there was no chance noise from your shows would travel through the room anyway.

You did use the skirt you were given, but used a handy spell your mother taught you to turn it midnight black to match the robe, and you did the same with your socks. You kept the button up shirt you were given, but kept a few of the buttons undone.

You approached the stage and went up the stairs. Sitting on the stool, you got a much better look at the people staring up at you. They all looked the same, but a few caught your eye. There was a pair of red headed twins, who looked particularly handsome. At another one of the four tables was a girl who stared at you very dreamily. She looked otherworldly, which long flowing platinum blond hair and what may have been radishes for earrings. "I have to know where she got those."

A old, brown, scary looking hat was brought to you and placed on your head.

"Hmmm...well...interesting. Quite witty and creative...wise as well..."

The whole school seemed taken back by what the sorting hat was saying. Mother has explained to you the history of Slytherins in the family. That was however the extent of your knowledge in the school. You suppose a Lestrange not being a Slytherin makes for an interesting girl.

"But as I look further...there is a cunningness. You are resourceful, and ambitious. Yes an almost perfect balance between Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"Almost perfect?"

"Ravenclaw is your more dominant house, I'm sure. But when such a large portion of you is a Slytherin the choice should be up to you."

"I thought it spoke in riddles."

"So the choice is up to me..."

You remembered the word Slytherin. Apparently, it's a family title. But you didn't come here to continue the Lestrange legacy. Besides, Ravenclaw sounded more like you anyway."

"Ravenclaw."

"RAVENCLAW"

There was a light cheer from the table and odd glances coming from the Slytherins. It was obvious those attending saw this as an opportunity to see an oddity, a blip in the system. They are all confused as to why you are here, and why you didn't choose Slytherin.

You walked over to the table, nobody eager to talk to you. There was plenty of empty space next to the kind looking dreamy girl. You walked over.

"Can I sit here?"

She glances up at you, emotions almost nonexistent. There was nothing there except for an aura of kindness. There was no smile, but she was welcoming all the same.

"Of course."