Muggleborn Oneshots

Sorting

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend your free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes seemed to linger on a small blond muggleborn girl, who had her shoes untied, and a young boy, clearly her friend, whose hair was bright green and sticking up, clearly in attempt at a mohawk.
As Professor McGonagall left the chamber, the blond muggleborn suddenly whispered in her friends ear, loudly enough for the pureblood in front of them to hear, And may the odds be ever in your favor.
Now that the pureblood boy listened closely, he could hear all the muggleborns whispering this to each other. What? He thought to himself. Is it some sort of inside joke? But none of the muggleborns know each other. How do they all know this phrase?
Oh well, something to write home about.