Chapter 3- I want to say Slytherin

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September 1st came faster than I anticipated. It felt unreal that I was on a train to a magical school with no idea what the future would hold.

I took a seat in a booth alone until a girl with pale hair and sparkly blue eyes came to sit down opposite me.

"I'm sensing you're very nervous," the girl said softly whilst opening her bag.

"Yes, I am quite," I replied.

She paused " I've never seen you around, are you new?"

"I enrolled in Hogwarts a bit late," I replied once again.

"Oh I see, my name is Luna, I'm a Ravenclaw."

"Mines Y/N, I don't have a house yet." The rest of the ride was silent, I occasionally smiled at Luna awkwardly and she smiled back, but nothing more happened until we had arrived.

Everyone sat down in the grand hall except the first years and myself who formed a line leading up to the sorting hat.

One by one, students stepped up to the chair until it was my turn.

"And finally we have a quite.. unanticipated guest, Y/N Crouch," Dumbledore announced to the rest of the students. Stares spread between the teachers as whispers spread between students. Of course, I felt more nervous than ever, but I toughened out a poker face and walked towards the front.

Weirdly, the talking hat didn't speak for a long time whilst on my head. Everyone watched in anticipation of the hat's verdict.

"Maybe the stupid hat isn't working," I heard someone snarkily remark.

And then another "Thank god, Every year that voice irritates me." Until almost everybody was chattering amongst themselves, but suddenly the hat finally spoke.

"Well, it's clear you are kind but definitely not a Hufflepuff. Courageous but not a Gryffindor. I want to say Slytherin but... IT'S A RAVENCLAW!" It boomed.

Something was off though. Nobody clapped for me like when the others were announced except the girl I'd met on the train and a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. It was silent. My house was not happy to have me as I was happy to have them.

This was going to be a long year.

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